Thoughts in the rye

Let me go, my catcher in the rye
Let me fall inside this hole of pain
Stains of blood – don’t ask me what I’ve done
Can’t you see that I am not afraid?

Pain is black, but Earth is even worse
Coddling lies and pattering on sins
Life is not a thing you can rehearse
Perfect looks but dangerous beliefs

Personate myself for something else
Nothing’s wrong because I’m always right…
But today – no love & no comments,
But tonight – the end of lethal fight

And my lungs are filled w\this sweet air
And my eyes are filled w\tears of joy
In my heart you won’t see no despair
And my body’s nothing but a toy

And my blood is nothing but a stain
And my voice is only silent wind
I’m so happy I won’t live again…
Luckily, I don’t have to forgive.

Fling my body on these sharp cold stones
Nothing’s left on Earth to care about
Water streams will wash away my bones…
Let me go, my catcher in the rye!