I will take this bottle of gin
I'll live this night with a grin
My heart of steel is now tin
How malleable it is because of my sin
Darling ask the Cheshire Cat
If he knows the cat in the hat
Maybe has he ever sat on a mat
But he knows where death is at
Darling fire that ring
Go ahead and sing
Where the bee can sting
We know tonight what this will bring
So I'll take a bottle of gin
I'll finish tonight with amazing skin
My bright bright grin
The end of the bottle means no more sin
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoetryIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
