Not a Suicide

The line is crossed And now it seems the time For the new chapter But the broken ego Is famous For its attraction To the past Remembering what once was is not so difficult `Cause it will certainly become a reality Taking root under the very brink of what is permitted And where there was a smell of geraniums, Under the peal of thunder Melancholy now stinks again I think i`m dead Today`s day is the most perfect day i had