Fifty five I do die
committing suicide on my birthday
oh how I love poetry
and how I will die for her
My death will be ******
yet I will not tell you how
for this poet is devoted
oh boy holy silver cow
By that time I will be a master
and not meaning a master baiter
for this is my art
from the very start
Worry not I always come back
if a young child again I be
I will tug at your sleeves
and you will know it is me
Sweet symmetry is me
with my perfect death
for I am that kind
and I follow my hero's
Always the last to die
for all wars I have survived
but I planned this my dear friends
in my hand I take my sweet good life
For my love of poetry is great
and I will not negate
that she did save me
and for her I do die
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Fifty five I do die
committing suicide on my birthday
oh how I love poetry
and how I will die for her
My death will be ******
yet I will not tell you how
for this poet is devoted
oh boy holy silver cow
By that time I will be a master
and not meaning a master baiter
for this is my art
from the very start
Worry not I always come back
if a young child again I be
I will tug at your sleeves
and you will know it is me
Sweet symmetry is me
with my perfect death
for I am that kind
and I follow my hero's
Always the last to die
for all wars I have survived
but I planned this my dear friends
in my hand I take my sweet good life
For my love of poetry is great
and I will not negate
that she did save me
and for her I do die
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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