Are you tempted to cut the blade?
Will you end the life,
If you have to?
Will you watch, as the red water drops to the ground,
And soaks into the soil,
And you drop to the ground,
The red water, washed away by the tears,
And the tears, flow through the brain,
The urge growing stronger, and stronger,
Until the time comes, for the fading,
The time to say "Aur Revoir",
And walk to the light,
Oh, the heavenly light,
As you walk into it,
It feels like home,
But will anyone pull you back from the light?
Will anyone care for you?
Will they pull you away from the warmth of the light,
For the comfort of love?
Does love exist even?
My answer, does not count.
Nor does yours,
For love, is an Experience,
You cannot explain love,
That's how strange love is.
You never know if you'll love them,
Unless they come back for you,
Unless they die for you,
Unless they live for you,
Laugh for you,
Love with you,
Love you,
Love...the way you are.
Then, you won't need the warmth of the light to be comfortable,
For you have a love, waiting for you,
Somewhere, in this small world,
And not fate nor death, will stop you from your love, but only yourself.~