Did you do it on purpose?

Does it matter either way?

Snuffed out like a douter to a candle

Extinguished in an instant

Brutal indifference

The wind keeps blowing

Cold, faint, and yet serrating

Cut me to the bone

My stomach drops and it never gets easier

It pulls me back

Old wounds reopen

Why can't I breathe

The gentle hands of god

Cold and callous

Gouging my eyes out

The unfeeling judgement wrought

It didn't notice the pain it brought

Suspended from the ceiling

Strangled in the sheets

Wrapped around a tree

Suffocating blissfully

I'm left here alone

Ripped, torn; severed consciousness

Another dead friend gone before the good part

Another tainted casket slowly ripping me apart

I can't take another dead friend

God damnit

It pulls me back