Words, sharp as weapons,
With accurate precision,
Piercing her brain,
Rupturing her mmemory,
Her conscience wanes,
Driving her insane,
A discreet direct attack,
Towards her,
She lack defences,
The Wall of Power,
The Power of terror,
Razing her mind,
Now, she is lost,
In her own mind,
Groping in darkness,
The Light she can never find,
Fighting her own demons,
Facing the Devil of mercilessness,
Banishing her to an eternity of evil sermons,
Killing her slowly,
Burning her brain,
Bringing her disdain,
Twisting her thoughts as they have said,
Felt like she is brain dead,
Like a bullet through her head,
She felt the agonizing pain,
Nothing she can gain,
Her thoughts of life washed away,
She thinks about Death everyday,
She thinks Death is your friend,
Which brings her solace,
Handing her a gun,
The problem solver,
To all difficulties,
She pointed the revolver,
To say goodbye to the world,
She pulled the trigger,
Now she is dead,
Her brain splattered on the wall,
A story showing,
That she is weak,
As I speak,
To her mind,
As I found,The relative excruciating pain,
From her cerebrum, cerebellum,
And her medulla oblongata...
Suicide Poem. The Dark Days when I just wanna take that gun and put it in my mouth pull the trigger and get it one with. Written April 28th 2008. By Raziel Rizalinium, for Raziel Rizalinium.
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