Picture me gone,
A silent face.
Picture me gone
Buried in black lace.
Picture me gone,
Ceasing to exist
Picture me gone,
With a slice in my wrist.
Picture me gone,
No longer around.
Picture me gone,
Laying under the ground.
And though I'm dead,
I'm not totally gone.
I'm still in your head
Singing a suicidal song.
YOU ARE READING
The song of the unfortunates
PoetryA collection of poems about lots of different matters.
