Another Suicide And Inside Me

Another Suicide My suicidal dedication, To people who desire my pain. Another literature, Of personal torment and torture. Tears on pillows- Unknown; dry in the dawn. Blood- Can be washed away. Regurgitated poison- Doesn’t work. The wallpaper peeling, Whilst in candle lit shadows. Eyes loose their sanity, A cold revolver in my fingers. Pulses, cold and strong, The flick of manmade technology. A silencer, To hide the noise. I am dead now, Sleep on that. March 07 Sheena Allen Inside Me Look into my eyes, Entrapment in my soul, Slam against my stomach lining, There is no exit toll. You’re inside me, A walking, breathing, living hell. Your screams escape my silent lips, Impossible to tell. Feel the blood in my veins, Penetrate my lacerations. Know the want to kill, The pleasure and pain of mutilations. The angst in my heart, Why I’d kill myself and YOU. That I am right about being wrong, My time is due. March 07 Sheena Allen