wisner presume

Fearless Suicide - Poem by wisner presume

when death comes
i'll need not love
no wreath or dove
could offer me salvation
not when i'm no more

loss it seem is the worst kind of sorrow
loss of dream the dreams of tomorrow

take me do your touch
suicide suicide
you're all over my mind
let me pass in peace
i need to be released

the weapon in my hand is my soul
one slash, and it'll take me whole
my body feels darkness
but in my mind am fearless

death is in my eyes
it's ready to sprout tears
yes my death is near

wisner presume

Poet's Notes about The Poem

a king sons is going to commit suicide

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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