Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Sucide

Currently looking for a noose
to hang from the chandelier.
Covered mouth to choke in the screams
I must rid the world, of me.

Silent cries.
Wet landing.
Loose heart.

I climb the chair.
Freeze.
Think about reality
I jump higher

Noose in hand.
Thrown over
Kick the chair

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