The other side of suicide

Explain me, if I have to die,
Why can't I do it right today?
Who has ability to fly,
Won't have ability to play.

We play this game, we all pretend
We're living for the final goal
But all the energy we spend
Is rather ashes than the coal.

It doesn't burn, it only cracks.
Though fuel has its price to pay.
So, if I have to pay the tax,
Why can't I do it right today?


The drops of blood on pale white skin -
How to explain what does it mean?
The narrow rope around your neck
Who has ability to check?

The other side of suicide
Nobody sees what is inside
Someone will laugh, someone will blame
When you are out of the game


The end of world's already came.
What breaks the peace? - a slight detail!
We play a cruel, savage game.
The bigger stake - the bigger fail.

We fight the things we can't explore.
We fight the difference between us.
The life is the eternal war,
The senseless war without winners.

The more you're pure, the more they spoil.
They sink in garbage, waste and slops
But they continue to call it oil.
And no idea when it stops.

I cannot stand it anymore
We fight the things we can't explore
And no judgement needs  approving
When you are laying on the floor
Without life, without moving

The other side of suicide -
How to explain what does it mean?
Tis an attempt to save your pride,
Tis an  attempt of staying clean.

Too many mysteries to hide,
The bigger stake - the bigger fail.
The other side of suicide -
Escape from broken hopes' jail.