Place your cards against
life's desk
Will you take the chance of savor
or just skip your turn
Pills Aligned
in a perfect line
One for every tear
that disengaged with the puddle
I've cried Deeply into the earths soil
Remains the last pieces of me
my heart in my salvation careful tear shed puddles
a 5 barrel gun loaded with one
will destiny let me live or will the wind
brush my pale skin whisper to me
when I'm empty and numb
Echoing threw my hallow corpse
whistling threw the bones
that lay there alone,
under the nights
Gods creation has gone wrong
but I pray my suicide goes right.

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