The trial begins, in the coldest of all winter,
Advocating the thoughts deep inside my head.
Life sits to argue with all of its splendor,
But the suicide argues I be dead...
Of gains and ties,
I wish there was more to be said.
Let us argue the temporary tides we ride,
All potentiality would easily frost,
If I decided to treat sorrow with suicide,
Yet, won't witness my passions cost,
Cruelly feelings persecute,
Of what is up for loss.
Is it moral to prolong this horror?
To bleed in resentment that feelings resemble?
What if I decide I can't do this anymore?
Live the fires I can handle,
Or throw in the towel,
So I slumber my troubles?
I hope you find your own way without me,
Tonight I will be gone,
Debating what I need to do with my misery,
So I can relinquish what is wrong,
Awaiting the burden,
I will disclose what I've suffered so long.
Life's argument shall be preceded...