He was just hanging there stretched out and slightly blue. The look on his face will never leave my mind. It was in his eyes. A coldness yet a comfort that we strive for. You could see that he planned this for quite some time. Clean shaven with his hair slicked back. Thought was taken in his final desperate times. Sick man, the thoughts sink in. Desperate to cling on to his miserable life. Sick man, the thoughts sink in. Desperate to cling onto it. Walk out to the woods desperate and tired. Walk out to the woods sick and tired. Silent and alone he tries to drink his way out. Nothing left but this pain. His mind spins into fits of rage. Black jacket with mud on his shoes, He wears his story four feet high. Nothing left - no soul, no cold miserable life. Sick man, the thoughts sink in. Desperate to cling onto his miserable life. Sick man, the thoughts sink in. Desperate to cling onto it. Walk out to the woods desperate and tired. Walk out to the woods sick and tired.