Sequel To Suicide
After my first cutlass slash,
I had hit upon a bloody nervy sash,
And had fainted half,
Rest of the scene was in delirium,
A nightmare and a dream,
I was discovered by house help,
Who couriered me to medical help,
I am treated in stomach and mind for the wound,
And out of depression,
For a life that abounds.
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