Kiss the lips of death herself.
Grabbed a rope and hung her up.
Saw the bottle, took the pills.
Washed her face and drowned herself.
Got the blade to slit her wrist.
You feel this all inside Death's kiss.
The fear.
The blood.
The tears.
The hate.
Not for others,
but selfish ways.
She now took herself apart,
every piece of broken heart,
the ones you tried to mend together,
glue unstuck and
thread was cut.
She took herself apart from you,
in hopes that she could keep you true.
But, alas, you're broken now.
You switched your heart for hers somehow.
She's gone, but she's put back together,
leaving you broken forever.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
