Suicidal Solitude

A murderous whelp, feelings expelled, warmed death compels, to do a drastic spell, a wicked cycle of treats, a terrifying defeat, a worthless pressing emotion, selfless, hopeless & alone, drilled depression to the bone, a darkness calls, a shallow fall from the highest peak it seems.

Murder thine self, a deafening quickening of suicidal draw, death sensations, a dark devils patience, to grasp my neck, and choke my breath, till life no longer exists.

To tie a rope, would be so dope as the chair beneath me breaks, the silence of life to be so trifled with sickening under spells a pawn, a wishing day for ending pain, the life that hates to be, i know no rain, or sunshine days, for my life is solute misery, depression does fold, beneath the holds, of what life can be, a sigh of tears, for that could never be.