Suicide
Finger on the trigger I started to stall
Seconds later my brains are on the wall
A ribbon of blood flows out of my head
I look down and see that I'm dead
Of mortal flesh was born my fate
To decay and rot in unconscious state
Death I chose from options of despair
Authored by heartbreak unable to bear
Blackness of Hell now quenches my sight
Eternally Dammed My destined plight
Forever lamenting misery and woe
If only I realized I am my own foe
Copyright © Jim Meissner | Year Posted 2017
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