Even though he took his own life
I know why he blamed himself
His spirit was already severed
Murder
Our children played together for hours
As we complained about the world closing in
Suffocating
In the end, Day sent black balloons to heaven
I wonder if they ever made it
Fading
Sometimes it feels like prayers turn to ice
Then fall back to earth and shatter
House of A Thousand Corpses
Scapegoat
After he died everyone had stories
Stories of how much they loved him
How they were his best friends
Where were they when he was in need
Abandoned
We are all guilty
Someone already said it best
I haven't slept since I woke up and found my own life was a lie
Everything ends