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Suicidal
Confined, within self forged walls
I lie barren, next to the casket
sprayed with gore drenched lilies,
holding back for my ménage
to finish thine rosaries.
The walls, they be besieging
while the roofbe plummeting,
fast enough to swallow me,
while I lie flat,and arms open
to embrace my long lost love,
my demise.
With every dawn,
I flirt with the edge of the roof
reckoning, if a fall would vow
for my killing.
With the rise of dusk, I pull out the knife
concealed under my pillow,
caressing the edges, gauging
the number of slits
enough to free my wrist.
Tonnes, tonnes of ways to die.
Yet that one voice from within
that desists me,
pulls me from my collar
and whispers in my ear
"Don't die fellow, is it worth it?
don't give it the pleasure."
Heaps, heaps of reasons to kill myself;
Yet I take a deep breath,
light on my cigarette
and tell myself
"Yes, I am suicidal
but probably I won't die, not today"
© Sagnik
I lie barren, next to the casket
sprayed with gore drenched lilies,
holding back for my ménage
to finish thine rosaries.
The walls, they be besieging
while the roofbe plummeting,
fast enough to swallow me,
while I lie flat,and arms open
to embrace my long lost love,
my demise.
With every dawn,
I flirt with the edge of the roof
reckoning, if a fall would vow
for my killing.
With the rise of dusk, I pull out the knife
concealed under my pillow,
caressing the edges, gauging
the number of slits
enough to free my wrist.
Tonnes, tonnes of ways to die.
Yet that one voice from within
that desists me,
pulls me from my collar
and whispers in my ear
"Don't die fellow, is it worth it?
don't give it the pleasure."
Heaps, heaps of reasons to kill myself;
Yet I take a deep breath,
light on my cigarette
and tell myself
"Yes, I am suicidal
but probably I won't die, not today"
© Sagnik
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