Today may well be
the worst day of my eternity
yet openly waiting for
a resignation that's certainly
so hopefully
i can escape this diminished fate
from the ones who begin to hate
for words is not words
until the best man discriminates
with balls of anger
i'm ready to take shot's but yet
a quick move from right to left..
will get me nothing but net
my world crashes down
like the earth's had it's last breath
I WRITE..
Now imagine
paper dowsed in red wine
entwined with ink, it's harmless
like a drink with fowl stink
of a carcass
sometimes a reject, declined
my flesh is my love
but this tool is my concubine
NOW LISTEN..
as i'm called a dip shit
for letting MY OWN
fucking blood trickle down
my split wrists
LOOK QUICK..
.....drip.... drip....
my fluids patters n splashes
on paper and my keyboard
DEATH?
the real question is how soon
as this fiends blood streams
as i stream music from i-tunes
SILENCE..
fading to black
of course now it won't be long
as i drift i hear the last words
of that jay-z song...
"they neva really miss you till you dead or you gone" -jay-z
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