How do you find love,
When Pain takes you,
By the hand and leads you,
To the path of Misery?

Suicide is just like this.
How do you find Hope,
When you are not sure,
If you want to find it?

To follow the rules of life,
Or to become a criminal?
Would difference would that make,
You are already trapped behind bars?

The soul is starved,
And slowly rots,
Beneath the depths of it's dungeon.
It gets the easy way out.

Does pure anger and hatred,
Trigger this emotion?
Or allow the heart to diminish,
And with it the path of hope and love?

Swallow me whole darkness.