Wednesday 10 September 2014

~ How to die? ~

~ How to die? ~
An easy, silken death …
Let’s daub a little silver-cold light, as a matter of fact …
A simple pleasant death, should it be,
Sans any piercing pain, brunt, or wrath …
No venom ricocheting against the red-walls,
Strangling oneself, suspended, is neither fun,
Knifes and blades, Oh God, are so blood curdling — Gross
And, rusty stains are left on the rug … Oh, so, truly clever …
Being sadistic to breaths, alas, has no masochistic flavor …
Now, how to make your life —
Silently, crudely breed with an untainted placid, elegant end,
Fawning (delivering) a nixed ‘nix’ — delicate delectably sweet yet suave …
Stab your colors, mirth, laughter, and those dreams that winged …
I did slay mine, too … living now, a crafty ‘immortal death’,
Ah, such ‘unwisely alive’ … I was … a long, long moment before!

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