Suicide as the Destined End - Raventale

Have you ever thought of sand of your life?

When the routine, your fistful is hollow through the fingers

Inexorably placing down every grain

One more second has fallen to nowhere…

Have you ever felt your warmth like ice?

When you warm life with the breath you draw

But the face of all hopes covered with hoarfrost

Makes you accept the inexorable

And you know that having turned off this way

You won’t dare to take a look back

Only distant image will stay for you

The only waymark

The dim null curdles the fires of your veins

Behind is the glow bleeding out of prostrated flesh