Suicide

14 Aug 2013

·Absinthe Friend

Daylight comes it's jagged blades, the blanket of night it hacks away. The harbour of oblivion, gone, another fucking day begun. Another day of gnawing pain, another day the fucking same, desperation, desolate burning, sweet release the balm your yearning. Pills for thrills, seeking highs to deaden down the inner cries. pills for kills, seeking rest close your eyes, but fail the test. Slash and cut, cigarette burn hate, finally grasp your control of fate. A length of rope, a gentle drop! At last, No pain, the end, Full stop!

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Absinthe Friend

Greetings from the grim north of England !

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