Suicide Horror Poems

There was this guy, see, 
a high-flyer type, 
made a bit of a name for himself. 
He moved in like a year before, you know,...

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I run around in circles -
desperately looking for light.

Another spear is thrown-
but I can't see.. it's hard to fight.

My words are carved right out of...

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Wicked Queen, Her Darkness Hidden Behind Her Veil

Vacancy of high upper air, rarified ghosted hearts too.
Of frosted heathens in place, none are wearing mad hatter...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,...

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they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown 

all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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or  

The Prejudice Most Precious

"Mothers are the most maniacal of mass murderers."
-- not yours the child killed
by a teenage mass school shooter  

*...

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In my empire of dust…
I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust 
I sit, n think about what has been lost

why do images come...

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Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination 
n oiled parts 
dark arts
cryptic mechanization 

things strange insane deranged 
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of...

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..... SONG OF DEATH ......

Tick tok, Tick tok,
In the past, goes the clock,
Where there lived a girl...
In a cottage, white like pearl...

She used to sing...

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