Jars Full of Suicide

Jars full of suicide,
Fall from the dark of the sky,
Here they finally collide,
Into the ice, glistening little shards,
Crawling from within,
I scrape the last piece of fate,
Changing its shape,
Into a new kind of hate,
Consume me, Confuse me,
Here I stare into my own reflection,
Loathing inside of my jealousy,
Staining these clothes a deep crescent.

This is were I start loving myself,
Loving the decay,
I fought the lonesome angel for days,
Her fearsome face still looked the same,
After all these years,
Shedding all my fears,
Folding into my plan of self-destruction,
Must realize the pain,
Fake-it, and perhaps it will go away.

Ian Robert Potapoff