Petrichor-soaked cyanide

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by BenJaxon

by BenJaxon

burn the summer meadows,

wilt the red razor petals

with petrichor-soaked cyanide.

crickets chirp last goodbyes.

turn the sink as bloody as birth.

i cannot hide this suicide

as i open up my veins and

drink down this kitchen bleach.

they say death is not the answer

but life is not a question.

faces matter not when i am

found without one.

my words won't live forever,

my memory not at all.

just please don't forget to

burn the summer meadows,

they bring hell to one and all.