It was one of those mornings i could’ve kept on walking,
In the soft fresh wind of the autumn day dawning.

A breeze searches its way down the tunnel of a metro station,
as we wait for the train that’ll take us to our next destination -
On hitting the streets the air smells of Parisian bliss,
we knowingly start to make our way, now that we’re well seasoned tourists -
On seeing the sights that we’ve seen countless times before,
we stroll around the city we’ve now come to love and adore -
Walking through a park under the autumn filled trees,
we stop to take it all in, resting in a typically french brassiere.

Nothing in life is certain but death,
the day that you draw your final breath -
I hope you lived to be your best,
have no regrets on the day you draw your final breath.

Night time deafens me while the window lights up with the street lights hollow glow,
Every minute the clock passes by sounds like a hammer pounding on steel,
every tick, every tock, time goes by so very slow -
Thoughts of everything pass through my mind as i lay here in a state of restless and irritable lumber,
Counting sheep does not help me to sleep as i always get stuck on the same god damned number.

I struggle to come to terms with being back home
when 24 hours ago we were on a beach alone -
Enjoying the sun and the beautiful sky,
lazy in the surf we watched the clouds roll by.

With sadness in my heart, in liquid i find solace -
Feeling helpless to cease the flow, i learn to breathe under the surface.

Hasn’t everybody at least once thought about suicide?
Grief caused by a loved one lost, a blossoming romance that withered and died -
Hasn’t everybody at least once thought about suicide?
I told you i hadn’t, but i lied.

My body lies lifeless in dead calm water,
tears brake the surface -
Water filling lungs, in sleep I find serenity,
I mourn your passing, I miss you.

Let not any one man police the heart,
the actions of which can not always be explained -
The feelings of love must not be ignored,
forever flowing freely through ones veins.

You should of seen the look on here face,
when she found out the sun had forgotten her name -
Rain drenched hair, wind blown skin,
her face twisted in pain.