The cold steel of a blade to caress your flesh
Carefree whims of death flash before your tear stained eyes
Miserable is the thought of living
If only you would stop to realize one has already died for you
Is the thought of spilling out your life so appealing?
Your own blood bathing the ground will not redeem you of your sins
The harsh words of condemnation came from those who do not know his love
This world could never offer you grace
In your time of need you choose to run towards suicide?
Rest carefully against the warmth of death, for it is ruthless with its victims
Never again to close your eyes and reflect
Always remember the scars of the one who died and still lives for you