These deep dark winds are so profound
And tragedy is just a mile away
And to the deepest of flowers, I insist!
I insist that love goes wrong
So I can have an excuse to die...
No one will believe me, but I really am sad
I am beautifully sad,
And what if I\'m a baffling flower
In the midst of a valid chaos?
My heart grows cold, but it is weary
Oh there\'s something beautiful about this
The treasure that goes untold,
And the gold is buried somewhere
Beneath the babbling sea!
And troubled is the star in the sky,
That lonely star that never speaks...
For June is back
Oh what a solemn month,
She lies in the deepness of blue
And her eyes are as wide as the world
As the roses dance in their death
And religion no longer exists...
Yet God is in control of this journey
And all of the tall buildings sink
For there are no more people
And there are no more cars
That exist...
Behold the tragedy of suicide!
Even the happiest days are dead
And birds no longer sing
And trees no longer grow,
And the world is an even bigger
Tragedy than before
So what do you think now?
Are you embarrassed that I\'m
Expressing myself this way?
For I am a poet
Running out of things to say,
For my time is up;
And pretty white balloons
Are being chased by the devil...
I wonder if he is really Satan himself
For he\'s been after me for years
Yet I tell him,
\'Suicide is bliss!\'
And what is bliss
Without the happier days?
For the happier days are bliss!
Fall...fall down deep into the hole
For the hole is a sacred death,
And these pretty white balloons
Shall float away
I look so pretty today,
For today is my final birthday...
Would you care to tell me
Your final thoughts?