Tuesday, June 30, 2009

suicide schmooicide

i remember your skeleton knuckles
black blown out lines
from heated hated prison hands
and shudder seeing your name

i remember your eyes that pierce
your self pierced septum
fierce as a hearse
14 gauges of metal
shoved through with cool momentum

the pop of skin from left to right
tensions breaking, blood blooming
on the day we both saw, nose raw
would be enough for most

malcontent, you slit your throat
calmly, like a shave
who found you exposed, i don't know
but they sure as shit put you away

your mind goes to the darkest places
racing to decay
i want to gather every mote
before you slip, lose your grip
and break like a china vase

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