Suicide's not painful for the wearer or the bearer, those ones left behind.
I found him crying, dying of broken hearts such twisted lies.
Darkening skies and diamond eyes.
A piercing infatuation,sweet greetings, insincerity hanging from the cherry tree.
Now free.
Hurting with sheer human pain.
Once before, never again.
Last words be spoken unto me.
Suicide,pesticide, devils' fodder.
Daddy, sad no retribution, love long lost without emotion.
The candles burn they really blaze, lighting the archway.
The entrance to hell.
Suicide's not painful for the bearer or the wearer, or any of the victims friends.
Depend on friendship as a favour, friends of victims of disenchanted by a visit to the one and only, last chance saloon.
(c) Livvi