Short Skeletons In The Closet Poems

I’m friends with the skeletons in the closet,
Knives, razors and all sharp instruments are my best friends.
Poison; they’re my parents,
Guns are my cousins.
Water save me i'm drowning,
fire help me i'm burning; they’re my aunties and uncles.
And me…
My name is Suicidal.
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Sun kissed roses and moon cast shadows,
this garden holds dark beauty.
Shifting eyes are ever watchful,
seeking me out with devilish glee.
Haunted castle looming above,
with it's banshee filled towers.
Crimson tears and scarlet pain,
these are the colors of my world.
And still I must go on,
unearthing buried secrets.
Dancing down the darkened halls,
the sprites of winter surround me.
Frozen emotion stills my heart,
and now I join the skeletons in the closet....

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