She hummed inside her thoughts
Sung the hymns of the ones she had lost
The characters in her mind she had embossed
The only way to them was her life it cost
A New Year has come along
The intensity of the last left scars
She no longer had a sense of right and wrong
She just wants to live among the golden stars
Another nip of the intoxicant down the gorge
Just another night to possess her
She rises off her cot for her revolver to forge
She rises on her toes and lies under the fir
She looks to the sky and awes in the sight
Friendly affairs and fireworks camouflage the sorrow
The remorse in her head starts to ignite
The countdown begins into the tomorrow
The tears trickle down her flesh for a last time
The aroma salt will never leave her lips again
She whispered to the sky "now is my time"
She pulls the trigger leaving her face plain
People are suicidal around New Years. Please, think of the ones without.
