Suicide Night

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Not only are birds going flying

Tonight was more than anticipated 

The children are now done crying


The barrel was loaded for the gay

and the ropes hang straight

smiles were plastered yesterday 


All shades of color 

These kids painted

During cold nights "burr"


They dreamed of heaven

With every mistake

In those few minutes of seven


the kids jumped with joy

tonight they'll rest in piece

all the girls and boys


//:Forever Bleeding:\\PoemsWhere stories live. Discover now