Xena Terrell

Rookie (9/23/96 / indapolis)

Suicide - Poem by Xena Terrell

Sweat drop
On top
Trigger pop
Written note
All I got
Hang knot
Body rot
Suicide cop

I hope not
Cry out loud
I think not
Body's hot
I am too proud
I am loved a lot
Roof top.
Suicide bride

Heavy vain
Your game
the same
Trapped shame
Gone insane
Who's to blame
Red stain
Suicide rain

Addictive dope
Needle hope
Poison taste
Drowning beer
Gun shot
Painless fear
Powder nose
Suicide dose

Razor blades
Flame stare
Pain fades
Sadden tear
Candle wax
Smoke dare
Burn down
Suicide flare

No bluff
No name
War zone
Innocent prey
Soul blown
Cry all day
Set mind
Suicide bomb

Terrorist
traffic jam
Plane jack
Head strong
Help protect
Customs wrong
Dead plot
Suicide stop

- - -
stop the suicide


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 13, 2013


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