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There's blood on the floor,
A cold hand still leaning on the closed door,
The echo of a painful shout still overcome,
Imprinted in the empty sight,
The image of a purpose that was too soon gone.

Tangled bloody hair,
Of a person that decided no more can bear,
Tears like crystals still resting on the dead face,
The soundtrack of a film,
The scream of lost innocence,
On a black and white screen.

Suppressed words that cleaved a heart,
Broken promises and lies,
One more soul tore apart,
A person drown in useless cries,
Bloody, bruised wrist,
The result of the decision - no more can go on like this.

A peaceful grin,
Of a person that in the ocean of despair couldn't anymore swim,
Is frozen and distorted,
A blade, a stain of blood,
Life away has faded.

Like in a dream,
I see the bruised, dead face,
I hear a scream,
On the floor I see a bloody trace,
Snippets of a jumble film.

Another person broke down,
Took away by the whirling waves of the suicide dream,
Another person decided this world is maybe too grim,
Another lost soul, a wasted life,
Ended by the corrupter blade of a knife…