Not Long Left
Suicide Summer - Poem by Not Long Left
hay feveres killing spree,
summers stench of sex,
hope for you is to complex.
on this fateful summers day,
by the stream you lay,
help silice your internal screams.
she left you,
so you shall leave too.
the vodka runs through your tired viens,
a desperate attempt to distil the pains.
her sweet smell is fading away,
as you hope not to last the day.
wheres your mama,
if only she knew,
what that bitch of a girl has done to you.
where your father he never knew,
what his ignorance has led you to do.
as you cough and weeze.
love blinds, feeds and fades.
alone by the stream,
you pray for it to end,
no longer can you pretend.
a summers suicide is taking place,
there is no such thing as dying in grace.
time doesnt heal the wounds of love,
time doesnt accept that enough is enough.
medicated memories are fading in the sun,
as you cry out loud 'she was the one, the only one'
your eyes are heavy its nearly done.
'i love you i love you so',
its over now, she'll never know.
mama's on her knees,
a desperate wail,
as she recieves news of your grisly tale,
you've still let him down,
love victims suffer,
there's no romance,
in a suicide summer.
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