The Last Mission
Nooses and pistols,
Bruises and bullets,
This is my suicidal promise,
I'll follow you if you do it.
Blood mixed with water,
Hold me under a little longer,
After this suicidal mission,
I swear I'll be stronger.
Endurance of suffering,
Excessive pain,
The voices are back,
Now I'm insane.
With trembling hands,
And aching limbs,
I'll carry out their final mission,
If i don't; no one will win.
After another incision,
Deep to look at,
Rains down on the floor,
As I hang above the front door,
Blood words on the wall scream:
"I can't take this anymore!"
Copyright © Starr Trapp | Year Posted 2011
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