Head high,
Rope tied,
Say goodbye,
Suicide.
Poison sweet crosses my lips,
Poison passes through my system.
1 pill, 2 pills, 3 pills, 4;
How many more times must I poison myself till I hit the floor.
3 pills, 4 pills, 5 pills, 6;
How many more days until the poison sticks?
Liquor is thick but blood is thicker;
The poison has made me sicker and sicker.
Oh Whiskey sweet, and gin so dry;
Be my comfort as i'm afraid to die
So head high,
Rope tied,
Say goodbye,
Suicide.
Poison has caught up with me,
I give myself to the earth.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
