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Goodnight
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I've thought out my suicide,
my last seconds of breath.
A post-death goodbye
and no reason for my death.
I wouldn't ingest pills,
or jump in front of a bus.
I would write out a will,
of what was to become of 'us'.
I'd want my mind clear,
as I said my goodbyes.
To the hate I held dear,
and my perfected mask of lies.
A slit up my forearm,
for my inhuman love of blood.
Seven inches of harm,
to welcome the deadly flood.
But only on my left,
for my obsessive compulsivity.
The knife-stroke is deft,
as I part with my sanity.
Our conversation is avid,
as we speak through our fright.
And the beauty is vivid,
as we wish myself goodnight.
my last seconds of breath.
A post-death goodbye
and no reason for my death.
I wouldn't ingest pills,
or jump in front of a bus.
I would write out a will,
of what was to become of 'us'.
I'd want my mind clear,
as I said my goodbyes.
To the hate I held dear,
and my perfected mask of lies.
A slit up my forearm,
for my inhuman love of blood.
Seven inches of harm,
to welcome the deadly flood.
But only on my left,
for my obsessive compulsivity.
The knife-stroke is deft,
as I part with my sanity.
Our conversation is avid,
as we speak through our fright.
And the beauty is vivid,
as we wish myself goodnight.
Ehhhh, not much to say. This has to do with insanity and an unstable person saying goodbye.
© 2007 - 2024 Malice-mihinako
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Your poems are magnificent but please don't be sad