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Macabre
November 16, 2011
I DIED THE OTHER DAY
AROUND A QUARTER TO THREE
AT THE TIME IT SEEMED OKAY
I WANTED TO BE FREE
SO WITH A BLADE
I GAVE IT MY WRIST
SO STILL IT STAYED
I DID NOT RESIST
I GAVE IT MY OTHER
THE SLITS WERE SO DEEP
I THOUGHT OF MY MOTHER
AND I WENT TO SLEEP
I FELT NO REGRETS
I FELT NO MELANCHOLY
EVERYONE WILL FORGET
IT’S TIME FOR ME TO GO
I’M NOT SURE WHERE
HEAVEN? HE**? I DON’T KNOW
NOR DO I CARE
I TOOK MY LIFE
WAS THAT SO AVARICIOUIS?
I HAD ENOUGH OF STRIFE
WAS THAT SO SELFISH?
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