Suicide looks prettier at night
it convinces you that
The street lights
Will die
With you
Whispers in your ear
All the things you beg
To not hear
It reminds you of the things
You can never forget
Drills it into your skull
Until it's all that's left
It ties you up
Keeps you alone
Cuts off your fingers
And smashes your phone
It leaves you to sit by yourself
in the dark
To watch the stars
Cry themselves to sleep
It puts on some makeup to cover its tears
And speaks with you
about your fears
You tell it everything
How could you not?
It's so pretty and calm
the night sets the scene:
a romantic night
A knife on the table
And pills in the drink
A noose acts as our light
As we chat about things
You share your deepest secrets
And it listens, never talks
Let's you talk until your voice is lost
at the end of the night
It leaves with a kiss
But your still tied up
And you start to miss
The company
Of suicide
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Suicide looks prettier at night
it convinces you that
The street lights
Will die
With you
Whispers in your ear
All the things you beg
To not hear
It reminds you of the things
You can never forget
Drills it into your skull
Until it's all that's left
It ties you up
Keeps you alone
Cuts off your fingers
And smashes your phone
It leaves you to sit by yourself
in the dark
To watch the stars
Cry themselves to sleep
It puts on some makeup to cover its tears
And speaks with you
about your fears
You tell it everything
How could you not?
It's so pretty and calm
the night sets the scene:
a romantic night
A knife on the table
And pills in the drink
A noose acts as our light
As we chat about things
You share your deepest secrets
And it listens, never talks
Let's you talk until your voice is lost
at the end of the night
It leaves with a kiss
But your still tied up
And you start to miss
The company
Of suicide
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