You are a ghost burning inside
Calling to me from the darkness
Soul cries, hurting, not heartless
If there's nothing left, why hope
Noose or a rescue made of rope
It is your choice, which to choose
I've chosen to let you be my muse
I can't escape the gravity
Of your powerful being
Nor would I wish it to be
Anything less
“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”
