"Suicide Season"

How fragile we all are, that the only thing keeping us alive is in a heartbeat. It could stop at any moment, it could stop right now. Everything could be lost, gone forever in a heartbeat. Yet we take so many things for granted still. Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Isn't it? Maybe we only wish for heaven, because our time spent on Earth is already a hell on it's own. We're already underground, the light fading away. The world we thought we knew, we never knew at all. At the beginning of the end, what more is there? Entangled in a web, with no clarity in sight. I'll never get used to nights like these, but isn't adapting the only means to survival? I guess that's why I ain't surviving. Now the light has faded, and it's all dark. No candle burning, no flame to rekindle. But what use is of this flame once upon a time, that could never burn down these walls. We just build them up higher each night, to keep the demons lusting for more. But as the light is fading, my vision ambiguous. And all that once mattered, is only but a distance away. Nothing can break down these walls now, not when I found comfort, not when exhilaration warmed this stone heart. And not when nothing else matters. But I didn't choose to be here, did I? For I still remember my heart aches for the only reason I am here - you. But you left me stranded with your demons, the ones leeching off me, the ones I now have to battle. And all you could afford to do was go out to save your rotting soul. How was salvation, I hope it was good. While you salvaged yours, I was looking for mine. But then I realised, it was with you all along. Now you turned your vices against me, I never wanted it all, I just wanted you. But with you came your weakness, which in turn became mine too. You want to bury me beneath our demons, I'd help you dig my grave. I just hope at 3 in the morning, you'd be brave. For sure as hell, these demons they'd come out to play. Good luck with salvation then, I hope it'll still be good.