Sweet suicide

by Four Letter Lie   May 18, 2008


One shot,
To take it all away.
One shot,
To end my dying day.

That rope,
Aimlessly hanging from the ceiling.
That rope,
Swinging seems so appealing.

That blade,
Cutting a little to deep,
That blade,
Sweet death I'm soon to meet.

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