Late Night Loss

Sneaking away,
My parents are in bed,
Follow me,
Because I'm leaving,
With a rope in hand,
We trek around town,
To find a tree.

You and I,
We are quite similar,
Both dead weight victims,
So we're leaving,
The pain will leave,
As we will.

A tree we find,
A bloody maple,
Death is our witness,
We make our necklaces of shame,
We climb to the stars,
To drop to the earth.

I bid you good-bye.
May death save you.