Suicide Season

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore. The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too. For when he died, he took a part of you. No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes. No explanations, No fucking reasons why. I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor. We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore. If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way. I would climb my way to ...

















