The Coward's Sonnet Poem by Harrison Kirk

14 lines across my wrist,  

Packed up tight yet reckless in direction... 

It always seems so stupid, now, in reflection,  

Here I hold fate's twisted gift. 

My life, ever adrift 

Here stuck with sinister affection,

All I strive for being fatal perfection,

Please, help, end this eternal graveyard shift,

Bring me back and into the light 

Into the warmth where I might feel again,  

Gift me courage as I can't do this on my own.

Death always seemed so, so bright,

Cut straight through the vein,

Then with enough strength to expose the bone and that shall be your shift done.