Mark Eyre

Rookie (01/03/1986 / Pontefract, UK)

Dear Reader

Dear diary
My name Jane
Oh the irony
I have this pain
In my fingers
And in my toes
I have tried with him
Lord knows

Dear journal
I slit my wrists
My army colonel
Who took the piss
On the day
He took his life
He was my husband
I was his wife

Dear bible
I'm in the sky
No more survival
No wonder why
There may be mourners
But I must confess
I strangeled my colonel
With great success

Dear paper
I'm left alone
My guilty consciounce
I must postpone
I killed the colonel
My husband too
My time in hell
Long overdue

Dear Satan
Please can I leave
And try and straighten
I was naive
My skin can't burn
Any more
The lesson I've learnt
My soul is sore

Submitted: Thursday, October 02, 2008
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