1Awe-Struck Suicide
It was a possibility that all could not have been
Everything that we thought it should be.
Eliciting sweet fires from all of my veins.
Well just from my wrist, but it's still the same.
A metallic taste still stuck on my pallet
Tasting my blood, well it "is" my own.
Warm and flowing like a sun beaten stream
Sending strange tendrils all throughout me.
It all painted such lovely colors
On my wood polished floors.
Shit, now it's probably seeping
Through my wooden floor boards.
And perhaps these tidal waves affect only me.
But what do I give a damn,
Would you even care to understand?
Catching glimpses of all to come,
Harboring mockery and mellow fun.
Crimson seas an ocean dives,
Reminding me that I'll start to die.
Slowly drifting out like weeds, bitter but nice,
Transferring all kinds of strange senses.
The color on my floor reminds me
Of rust sitting for years, growing like cancer
Swallowing all fears.
Allocating cold where all has run dry.
Well it may not be the altruistic thing to do,
But what do I care about your two?
And as my hour glass now empties
Into this void pit, I can't help but visualize
This little tid-bit.
What will this look like
Decked out in colors of black and white?
Me on the floor with dark matter spewing forth,
With dim shades in my hair, and dull jaded eyes?
I couldn't have asked for something much greater,
Than being immortalized on the front of the paper.
A/N: just so we all know, no I don't wrie about myself, and I'd never try to kill myself 'cause I think that's just stupid, but everyone has their own reasons so anywho.
And the part about not needing your "two" means two cents, just in case some didn't get that part.