Suicide

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Red stickiness flows like a waterfall

Pulsing waves of life escape me.

Lights sparkling and tinkling brightly.

Vision blurred as eyelids droop

Death wears a crimson robe.

Icy grips upon my wrists

as death places a kiss upon my lips

My last breath stolen

Last wish never heard.

My body lay limp in a tub full of blood.

Both wrists slit through every vein

Across the femoral artery a deep red rain.

No more feelings,

No more pain.

I will never breathe again.

In deaths embrace i now belong.

Resting peacefully i sing deaths song.

Everything is right

Nothings wrong

As my ghost stands by looks on.

I took my life by suicide

And deathwill forever be by my side.

Four slashes with a beautiful knofe

And successfully i took my life.

Death to one self to give birth to the other.

Just as someone else dies for the life of another.

Selfless acts of kindness from strangers spread love.

Like God's precious gifts rain down from above.

My inner self died and Creativeness lives

So my death increased my literary skill.

Inside suicide I'm my own creation

Birthed from the gashed and epidermal lacerations.

Life is through the creative gate.

The inner writer was born by the outer mans death.

Ace V. Loon

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