This song came out of a conversation I had with my friend Shari about an organisation called "To write love on their Arms" I think. I thought that would be an interesting song, and slightly contreversial, to write about someone at the moment of suicide. I found it surprisingly easy to assume the persona but intensely distrubing to explore those feelings.
The knife point hovers above the skin ,
Sometimes prickling and tingling,
Tears mingle with sweat and my hands start to shake,
Is this moment real or fake?
Tomorrow I won't feel the sun
Burn away the ignorant ones
Blood forms a puddle on the carpet floor
Release is here and I fear no more
And then the truth comes to the fore
I needed love above it all
Tomorrow I won't feel the sun
Burn away the ignorant ones
I reached out for a light
But the tunnel isn't bright
My escape was meant to be a fight
For ignorance in the melting sun
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Love this.
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