When It's Too Late

Drunk from another selfish pour
 Dark image drains into eyes so sore
 Behind this young face a request for death
 A lifetime to contemplate he takes one last breath
 Hung for all the world to see
 Confessing nothing in this state
 Confessions are useless when it's too late
 For those that will grieve his actions will fade
 Questions unanswered will scar and remain
 Hanging now rotting the grey matter decays
 Inches from the floor is all that it takes
 A life now worth nothing an object of dismay
 Broken the answers fucked your life
 Look in the mirror, a sum of what's become
 Distraught by an image the rope already hung
 A man with no sum of life the hatred tied to the pole
 No more tears to cry as the routine unfolds
 Committed to this choice trying to find the calm
 Abandoned his family no longer cares to belong
 Gave into the freedom of letting go his life
 Stepping from the chair beyond
 Drunk from another selfish pour
 Dark image drains into eyes so sore
 The ones left living new scars are formed
 Disease it spreads through minds once pure
 Scared for all eternity