The Closest I'Ll Come To Suicide Is Smoking Alone
A faint scarlet glow
behind me
Allows me to see
the lines
Supporting me
Beyond the lines
Silhouettes fall
from the sky
Creating a gentle
rhythm to match
the winds
I’ll follow this piper
wherever he leads
A small patch of sea
below
Calm in the turn
Only to awake
in the undertow
Rippled glass
Flowing
Calls to me
Silent sirens sing
for me to fall
A slower decent
Glows from the tips
Of my fingers.
Hanging across the lines
That keep me from her.
Its ashes scatter.
Leaving to tell her
I have already answered
their call.
They boast to her,
“It is easier to deceive
when they think you are
giving something in return”
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