Suicide sounds sweet
Suicide & I should meet
Suicide is the type of guy to talk me right to sleep.

It wasn't always this way
For years I prayed
Like a wheeping half beaten slave

When I sleep
I see their faces
When I speak
I'm doing so for them
Cause without them
There would be no
Where I am.

There would be no me
& this world without me is just
Plain ol' boring
I'll pick myself up in the morning
Guess I missed suicides appointment

Last night, I sat on top of my radiator, the window cracked slightly open
So I could feel the wind brush my feet

And for only the third or so time,
the cold voice in my head whispered
suicide

It was not a want
More a playful experiment with ideas

The voice ran a quick calculation
Of how easy it would be just to
fall
Go into the bathroom, grab a razor and
answer some higher call

And I recoil from the thought
Not because I know it should seem
wrong
But because I'm scared of how easy it would be

I lean toward the egde of the radiator

The I pull down the shade of the window and walk away.

You're just as guilty as I am of not speaking your mind, and just because I don't speak doesn't mean I have anything to hide. You can see the truth with all the needed proof when you look into my eyes.

i. he is a dancer,
he moves with such grace
he's spent his youth
dancing in front of mirrors,
he knows the way his body moves
as much as he is sure of himself

ii. he is starlight
he has seen the cosmos
and through his smile
he shares the wonders of the world
i could never see for myself

iii. he is a gentleman
he regards everyone sincerely
chivalrous in his beauty,
he walks with kindness
and acts with heart

iv. he is a storyteller
after his past of good and bad,
he is what he says
words stream from his mind
like rain drops on windows
he speaks with purpose
without ever intending to hurt anyone
but only wanting to love

v. he is my lionheart,
he braves the flashing lights
he does not mind being himself
raw and out in the open
he carries his books around
and can be silly without a care

vi. he is a wonder
shining among the chaos of his world,
and even king midas could not
conjure a heart as golden as his.