suicide?
it is my body
and my mind

-they would quite
happily
send me away

to die
in some pointless
war

so why should i
bother
love sister/brother..

i write my poem
(although not my own-
the internet is sharing-
though we may like it
or not-
be it body parts
or lonely hearts
-the biggest library
the world has ever seen!..)

i write my poem
(so many seeds sown
has it all gone
from the icing  to
the hot-hot- a perfect
start to all this yucky
ness-what has it
become..you tell me..

i write my poem
and i don´t know
how or why
it is a tomb
it makes me low
it makes me melan-
cholic
it makes me
cry
sometimes it
makes me go
o
sometimes i
know
though what possible
use-who said all art
is useless-it is
a boil upon the ******-dum-di-
dum-it kills time
i suppose and it makes
me think but ideas will
certainly be the death
of us and a ******* good
job too..but meanwhile..