I wish that I would die tonight
Before my parents wake
& leave my vacant, youthful shell
Horizontal, on virgin-white sheets.
I wish that I would die tonight
Beneath a frowning moon,
Falling, feet-first from the Turret Bridge
Into the black, suddy waters of the flowing Fergus.
I wish that I would die tonight
& saw off the puppet strings of the past
With a clean new razor blade
That I stole from my Dad.
I wish that I would die tonight
Trading hope for a rope;
Hell for oblivion;
& second thoughts for a branch
That will bear my weight.
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