Suicide Artwork

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Streams of red flow from deadly strokes

On a canvas of hope ridiculed by hate

And the brush so fine and promising in her hand

She takes another swing at her suicide artwork

Waterfalls flow with the silence unnatural

Their riverbed her cheeks and her pain their master

They drip independently off trembling cliffs

To replaced by their thousands of millions of twins

Streams of red flow from deadly strokes

On a canvas of hope ridiculed by hate

And the brush so fine and promising in her hand

She takes another swing at her suicide artwork

Words swim around like destructive fish in the sea

Murmuring words of a delicate poison striking her heart

Each sending a drop to rest with her security

She wails the song of a defeated lark in its generous parting moments

Streams of red flow from deadly strokes

On a canvas of hope ridiculed by hate

And the brush so fine and promising in her hand

She takes another swing at her suicide artwork

And slowly she fades away darker than the shadows surrounding

Adding the dreadfully beautiful finishing touch to her masterpiece of agony

Her lips are greeted with a last storybook smile

As darkness overwhelmed the horizon of her unwanted gift of life

Streams of red flow from deadly strokes

On a canvas of hope ridiculed by hate

And the brush so fine and promising in her hand

She takes another swing at her suicide artwork

No drum beats climbing from her stationary chest

No life sparkling her vacant ocean blue eyes

Rivers run dry and crust the ground now blanketed with pale snow

Not a soul will discover the horrifying treasure until the dawn smiles

Streams of red flow from deadly strokes

On a canvas of hope ridiculed by hate

And the brush so fine and promising in her hand

She takes no more swings at her suicide artwork

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