Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Twenty Two: Suicide Attraction

Focused on murder

Can't hear their desperate pleas

Of pity or fear?

So susceptible to harm

Open chest, beating heart

But broken lungs and ripped diaphragm

My throat is closing in on itself

But you still remember my note

You know each word and every meaning behind it

Even taste my own blood dripping down your throat

But you've still felt nothing but shit

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They've watched and waited

Waiting to a put a plan to action

The children will hang by thousands

While adults drink gasoline while smoking

I've lost count of how many cars drove off the edge

I've lost count of the scars on my wrists

I've lost count of the days

But they still scream, they still shout

Blind to hear what they say

Deaf to see what they do

Turning around and round

Their broken neck

Turning around and round

The pumpkin carved grin on their face

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There's an ocean out there

We all try to drink from it

Some die of thrist

Others die of gluttony

And the rest drown in it

You can't help them because you don't know

They never asked for help, not one single scream

Because they didn't want your help, they didn't want to scream

But their suicide is still a fading attraction to you

Forgetting the importance of each day

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You cannot save what you do not know

You cannot be in pain for what you do not know

It's the tragedy of our nature

We drink till we die

Overflow on ignorance

But some of us suffer

Some of us still feel pain

So end the torment

End my life

Let them know

I'm cutting with a knife

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Suffocated with police tape

My only punishment is Hell

We all sit in a pit of magma

Shouting out our hatred to the world

But Heaven won't shake or react

I'm waiting to leave this place

Bullet after bullet, the metal pumps my gut

Bullet after bullet, fill their head with lead