Did you do it on purpose?
Does it matter either way?
Snuffed out like a douter to a candle
Extinguished in an instant

Brutal indifference
The wind keeps blowing
Cold, faint, and yet serrating
Cut me to the bone

My stomach drops
And it never gets easier
It pulls me back
Old wounds reopen
Why can't I breathe

The gentle hands of God
Cold and callous
Gouging my eyes out
The unfeeling judgment wrought
It didn't notice the pain it brought

Suspended from the ceiling
Strangled in the sheets
Wrapped around a tree
Suffocating blissfully

I'm left here alone
Ripped, torn, severed consciousness

Another dead friend gone before the good part
Another tainted casket slowly ripping me apart
I can't take another dead friend

God damnit
It pulls me back