Standing in the Middle of a Suicide

Standing in the middle of a suicide,

The world,

Doesn’t know,

What the world wants to know,

Slices through the brain,

Cutting through the skin,

Trying to reach out,

But only finding pain,

Where were we?

Where are we?

Jesus, does it ever stop?

The train runs down the line,

Five minutes to ten,

I can’t feel alive,

I can’t feel the ground,

The sky is dark,

A nightmare in brilliant colors,

A release into the setting sun,

To see that majesty,

To see that greatness exploding into space.

I don’t want to get out of bed,

I don’t want to see that humanity,

A rat race,

They can all go to Hell.

What does the world know?

What does the world want?

Standing in the corner,

Reaching out,

To anyone,

Failing,

In misery,

Falling into a pit,

Despair,

Standing,

There,

In the middle of a suicide.