Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Suicide Whispers


Entertaining a thought
so inviting and free

Lurks in a corner 
death whispers to me

All is lost
never to return

The ache of your mind
a heart set to burn

Not once
not twice

Not three times
but four

Your false hopes and dreams
have melted to the floor

A mind so sick
a progressive disease

The disease of your core
to nothing can ease

Tears have depleted
serving no role

The end of  your purpose 
is starving your soul

Not once
not twice

Not three times
but four

Don't hold on
there will never be more

I ask these questions
what...
...why 
and how

If forever is never
I'll make never now

The world will thrive 
with less taken space

Something is nothing
Death cannot erase


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