Suicidal Poetry ~ Silver Throat

by Omega Maverick on 2018/03/30

Bored, pondering how long this will take.

Water pulled and contorted.
Violent tornadoes,
down silver throat.

Rushing from the gash,
scurrying past these feet.
Yawn, watching fluid tendrils,
rush past me.

Body, past, flowing…
Drain to wonder.

Why was I created?
Worthless. Existence. Given.

Drain, watch it drain…
Out of steamy chamber.

Resting place.
Unforgiving dilemma spills forth.

Too hard.
Need, easy way out.
Cold crimson bath.


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