Suicide Disruption Poem by Sable Naja

It is days like today - I should take the time to die...

Cut tender, golden skin

Stain it with beloved crimson rivers

In remembrance of painful times - excruciating memories.

Who lives here?

There's no one but me - living in the land of disruption.

Only malaise remains constant - causing present deadly thoughts

To shift - find deeper psychological crevices to crawl beneath

Tearing my soul to shreds.

Am I here?

Make no mistake, dear beloved witness to my death

Take note of these words - for they're my last:

'To love is Man's biggest mistake -

To have faith in another is his second...

And belief in someone who believes in nothing is his last.

For death shall swiftly come - blast that tortured soul to nothingness...

And then -

Take trust - break it apart - until you are standing alone...

Surrounded by the drippings of bleeding arteries - veins

Wondering how you came to this.

Betrayal burns you here - and God has turned his face.

You are but alone - in a sea of unknowns

Wrapping shivering arms around a world which has refused you.

Live for something - and die for less

Those words will forever be etched upon these lips.

Make no mistake, friend...

Heaven's a lie.'

Goodbye.

Copyright ©2008 M Willoughby