Isaac Ward Jan 21
I sleep all day and work all night,
The rain beats down on my window.

My girl and I had another fight,
The rain beats down on my window.

The fog rolls in but is washed away,
The rain beats down on my window.

I threw her body in the bay,
The rain beats down on my window.
Jessy Jan 19
If she kills herself
Because of your words
Because of your actions
Is it still considered suicide?
Or can it be called what it is?
A homicide.
think about what you say to people
like salty ocean waves, a chill floods the heart
the screaming, earth-shattering, ears fail to start
the mumbling, so troubling it's nearly divine
the mother just stares and states, 'i'll deal with what's mine'
it falls to the ground, solid as stone
but it leaks deep roses and bares broken bones
the salt fills her eyes, starting a fire within
for when amber blows, another begins
the screaming was silent, the anger was cold
for the baring of child tore a hole in the soul
Kyra Madeleine Oct 2017
my whole life
I've only ever been
someone's bad habit. 

like stealing drags
behind the library,
or biting broken nails
numb,
I became their drug in choosing.

pretty lips,
and a dirty secret;
a harrowing existence,
meets feverish addiction.

their idea of killing time
was killing me
and this is what I called love.

I guess I have a thing
for
       homicide.

-k.m.
Khayri RR Woulfe Aug 2017
Hands tainted
by Crimson Stain

Even the Great Flood
can't wash this sin


Hell itself
cannot contain


Demons burn me
from within


Culled my brother
like I'm Cain.
Written
07 August 2015


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Met,
Debt.

Fret,
Sweat.

Threat,
Pled.

Bed,
Red.

Bled,
Dead.
A story about a man in debt getting murdered by the shark loan in his tiny apartment.
Temporal Fugue Mar 2017
The words go in, the words come out
it's then, I turn about

The blade goes in, the blade goes out
as I scream and shout

The ambulance comes, the ambulance goes
a morgue delivery

The cops take statements, and give their cards
evidence discovery

The mourners come, the mourners go
flowers, that they throw

The widow consoled by Steve and Joe
the things I didn't know
Haha, Steve and Joe obviously had alibis :D
.
Kado MacMurphy Feb 2017
but i,
should have killed 4, 500 of 'em
and it would have made me feel better,
if ya slap me in the face,
ssst
what do u think i would do next,
should have,
if u want to kill,
killing you, then kill me
smoke ya blood choke grip,
ssstupid,
mask and i am punchy,
punch me
benefit sexually,
ssssst
mental demise blood-oil eyes of the halls of Amenti,
tiles a'slick'd,
and ethereal,
where have i seen this before,
in a dream, could it be, this inanimate,
what am i to do with,
this man inside the cage,
i am another suicide,
constellation suicide,
lost sensory distortion
struck the key-match,
movin thru spirals,
never angles,
thru spirals, into you
i know you,
i like your style kid,
locked on ur mind linked up jacked in,
thats not me, im not on,
pill for ,
criminal patsy assassins,
dont ask me,
i fake sleep at night.
Jim Marchel Sep 2016
Here I am far away from home
With a hole in my head and two in my chest.
No thoughts in my mind, I'm void and alone,
And the clock that made my body tick on has finally come to rest.
An entire lifetime of pleasures and pains runs red on the sidewalk near what used to be a somebody to nobody.
Suicide or homicide? You judge.
Knit Personality Aug 2016
.
    Come drink with me
    Some hemlock tea,—
Some hemlock tea for two.
    Or, better yet:
    Get extra wet:
I'll pour both cups for you.

O.O
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