They the ******* spread hate and fear         to gain control and power
But who will be the happy one  
when comes the final hour?

Probably them

I look at you for hours at a time,
I look deep in to your lines,
Your curves
Entice my eyes.
   People say colour makes you
Defines you,
I would not be distant
If you were either
Black
or
White.
I just know looking at you, this is right.
   I leave you,
Not by choice
But know that I will return.
My eyes look deeply into you,
As I have walked away so many times,
Your gaze still as it leaves mine.
   I return enticed by your stare,
You are
A work of art,
A picture of beauty,
I must be crazy to have fallen
For a woman hanging with
Elegant, brush stokes on the wall.
I was
Trapped
Ensnared
Captured
By your eternal stare.

They are always together
Through
Thick,
And
Thin,
If one is in **** the other joins in
Friendship,
Best bugs,
But they travelled around
Here and there,
Stopping to eat what ever was around,
But then night came,
A light shone above
Hypnotising,
Captivated,
Ensnared,
One could not look upon it
Without wanting to be there,
"Don't look cover your eyes"
But to late, one was entranced
"No"
Move away, don't follow the light
But as one neared, the other far away,
All that could be seen and heard was
Smoke,
Noise,
Burnt flesh,
And then there was only one left.
As he flew away,
He was my best friend, I knew him but a day,
But they all go out with a flash
"At least it a quick way"
"The fly flew off",
My next best bud is but a dustbin away.

I start as a thought, with those that think
life is getting too much .
A way out for some through
Blade,
Tablets,
Water,
The different ways are too much,
But a choice will be made when their life is on top.
I am strong as the people let me be,
For some they welcome this thought.
As life is suffocating
The mind has broken no longer in touch.
Thoughts race through a mind
Regrets
That cant be changed,
As the burden of life swallows all
Hope,
&
Strength,
The mind is a thread,
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That could snap with a touch.
So I am suicide that is completed
In so many ways
A thought,
An action,
Then their is only peace,
I am a thought that is even now
An idea where life is getting to much.

In the Darkest of months
We're heaped up with hours
Too cold to be in any way
productive
Too dark to be in any way
Instructive
These are the hours
I desire to see you at
A soft summer beam  
That will light my way
And make me stay sane
During the month of locked doors
and smoking chimney tops
it's only too easy to let the weeks
Bury you a mile deep beneath the earth
  
So guide me through November
And I promise  
I'll guide you through anything
Be it a doubt, Pause, fall, tear or just a spilled cup of tea