Self Righteous Suicide
A date with death your final breath
One last gasp you try to grasp
Your time has come
This isn’t for fun
The possibility there is no heaven
A risky gamble, maybe no lucky sevens
You should have no adoring pride
In your self-righteous suicide
You could be lost forever eternal
An unknown soul, an empty journal
Copyright © David Bull | Year Posted 2011
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