Wicked as the Waves

Wicked is what I believe.
Wicked is what I have seen.
To many I am the devil.
To him I am the devil.
Showers wash away the fears.
Showers hide my tears.
Masks show the truth.
To an old man trying to keep his youth.

Wicked is so I have been told,
The sands of death blowing cold.
If I could wish for something to be forgotten;
It's the time when I realized I was rotten.
For in my ignorance, I had bliss.
For every moment, I did risk.

Now it's over, and do you want to know why?
I killed myself; before I could cry.
I jumped from the bridge thinking nothing at all.
Without even realizing who would really hurt,
from the fall.

Wicked is the waves where I am now sent.
Too late now no time to repent.
Dying is easy for you and for me.
It's living that is the trick you see.