"poisoin" poems
Somewhere to go
To run and hide
To contemplate
My suicide
And no one reads these
So it doesn't matter
A cold barrel
And brain splatter
A taught noose
Or poisoin infused juice
It I feel is coming to an end
All I needed was a friend
But its too late now
The choice has been made
Let me go and let me fade
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC