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Aug 2012
Just pick up the razor
Let it dance across your wrist
Dragging a red train behind it
Just let it caress your skin
  Bringing you into oblivion

Just swallow every last pill
Make sure ever last one slides down your throat
And even as your body writhes and heaves
Just relax into it, riding the wave
   Bringing you your sweet escape

Just leave your engine running
With all the doors and windows shut
Inhale the tantalizing smell of death
Just wait until you feel the fumes embrace you
     Bringing you home on a bed of smoke

Just hang some twine from your rafters
Feel its soothing massage around your neck
Say a quick prayer, and taking a last breath
Just jump, feet first, and don’t look down, listen for the crack,
     Bringing you the last sound you’ll hear

Just touch the cold metal to your head
Soft as a gentle kiss, with a velvet bullet tongue
You know your white walls would look lovely red
Just slowly squeeze the trigger, easy as she goes
      Bringing you into a state of ecstasy, fade to black

Just run into the pure blue depths, slick and serene
They’ll crash around you, knocking you down
Beating you, the way that gets you off
Just submit to the indigo ink, to the large rocks breaking your back,
Bringing you to your highest peak, and then silence

Just let yourself be free, forget about your troubles
And let Death’s cloak wrap around you in embrace
Taking you to worry free shores, painless cliffs
Just let go, just like you’ve always wanted
   Bringing you the satisfaction of release
Written by
Katy Garrett
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   heather, Maddie and Saul Makabim
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