Monday, July 1, 2013

If Suicide Were A Coward's Way Out This World Would Be Filled With Ghosts

There will be a brief calm
The hum of a fan
The flicker of a light
Raindrops pause mid fall
Metal will extend from fingertips
Past the tounge and the tonsils
And then a brief silence
Followed by a loud BANG!
And the world resumes
In it's chaotic dreariness
And the organs and bones splattered against the wall
Will be someone else's problem

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