he chairs been kicked a rope tied to the rafters blue faced and broken
necked i sigh relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare of the hated
sun burning the sky slumped like a headless scarecrow cold and limp
against the wall blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design thawing
the winter that burdens this heart shit stained and shameful an exit in
disgrace not a splash but just a ripple left i end this life in vain in the dead
of the darkness i breach the still lake toward the reflection of the moon
the night colored liquid arresting my lungs finally at peace in this watery
tom destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms not a splash but
just a ripple is left in the wake of my merciless scorn beyond those cursed
stars above lies that answer that i seek on the backs of bullets rides my name
longing to kiss my cheek resentfully decline retire this hated life without
guilt i break these veins carved with salvation's knife turn not away avert
not your face this is how it was meant to be in silence found hanging there
'bove a pool of waste the beauteous workings of morality no one can truly
touch another parallel never to cross pointless fumbling sad mistake only
capable of pain