So Simple Is Suicide Poem by James McLain

This love Is It!
I will dissolve this your depressed,
distressed behavior and in proper order to go
and do and that place where it goes too this her near that:
As for this you/hers,
was my central of my, lust however of if, I of that cold, hell.
Which is where the thrusting knife can then be a rushed, story into that!
Sweet steel soft belly of your iron, your slipping ring!
You come forth from your wrapping, and leaving, speak your power;
Do to tear the organ of my breath,
and pull my blood out of the shower! strike it home I/You strike!
That driving me whom is the center of it as it trembles or,
either one receiving this, it's final kiss, goodnight.
I pull the throwing arrow of my blood, you have kissed,
just with her and my last request she by my love, best friend!