ART OF SUICIDE
Thou shall have a knife at hand
And a pistol on the other hand
Make sure you wear the barbed wire on your neck
And the bladed pendant that you check
Fortify the hanging lever above
Tighten the rope knotted with love
Lock the chain on your feet
Take a glance at your suicide kit
Paint yourself with blood
Carve your body with stab
Cut your throat by the blade
Hail! The choking art of suicide
Your breath’s gone then
Your wake is now in cabin
The graveyard is homey
Rest in peace easily
And a pistol on the other hand
Make sure you wear the barbed wire on your neck
And the bladed pendant that you check
Fortify the hanging lever above
Tighten the rope knotted with love
Lock the chain on your feet
Take a glance at your suicide kit
Paint yourself with blood
Carve your body with stab
Cut your throat by the blade
Hail! The choking art of suicide
Your breath’s gone then
Your wake is now in cabin
The graveyard is homey
Rest in peace easily
2 comments:
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, all things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is over.
A plunge.
A bubble.
And no more.
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, all things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is over.
A plunge.
A bubble.
And no more.
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