Suicide is Painless....NOT!!

There is a growing youthful rash

A blight across the land

A rosy view of suicide

Of death by one’s own hand

The Bard of Avon is the first

That I can recognize

Who used this sorry twist of plot

To tragedy devise

Two youths of feuding families

Won’t trust their love to fate

Their plan went wrong with one mistake

They miscommunicate

At many times, in many ways

We see a repeat story

To die for love when love is lost

The ultimate in glory

The stories that we read and see

Are not complete, though true

To tell about what’s left behind

Is what I’ll try to do

A lasting end to passing pain

Is not a good exchange

The physical and psychic mess

The worst one can arrange

The news and stories never tell

Of the devastation

So I will do what I do best

To aid in revelation

Mother, father, Grands and sibs

Won’t know what’s in your mind

If this you choose then you should know

Just what you’ll leave behind

The closest of your relatives

Will likely find what’s left

Of the person they once knew

Before your lasting theft

If you choose a rope and beam

And climb up on a chair

You wouldn’t recognize the face

Below your mussed up hair

The blood that’s routed to your brain

Would get tied up in traffic

Engorgement stopping at the cinch

The backup would be graphic

Your tongue would swell out of your mouth

Your face the hue of puce

Your body would eliminate

Your bowels and bladder loose

If a shotgun is your choice then

Please check out your aiming

There are those who’ve missed up close

And lived with awful maiming

But should your aim be very true

Then this is what they’ll find

Expansive wash of blood and brain

You’ve really lost your mind

There are so many other ways

Too many here to mention

But any leaving leaves behind

The question of intention

Aside from messy body stuff

There’s psychic damage too

Your closest friends and family

Won’t soon get over you

The single act that you commit

Will cause a grinding terror

Your parents fearing that your sibs

Will join you in your error

If you consider suicide

Then add this to your picture

The horrors that you leave behind

Should be a lasting fixture

The cult of death and undead love

Has garnered much attention

It’s not romantic when it’s real

I just thought I’d mention

Richard Higley © Jan 2012