The Suicide: Leaving A Legacy Poem by Chey King

As the knife plunges into his flesh,
His soul is set free
Even if only temporary he is content
Although his actions are overrated, overused, and forever scrutinized-
He continuously drags metal through skin,
Slashing away his thoughts
Inch by glorious inch.

And as blood floods the floor
And pain floods his mind
A gasp of relief escapes his lips as his senses explode,
To override his agonizing thoughts

Soon he collapses,
Crumpled like unwanted paper
Thrown away like an old toy

I watch with terror as his last breath floats from his mouth
Seconds later my last words errupt from mine,
In a flash of heat and light,
Metal shoots through bone and brain and bone again
Reaching its final destination,
Wedging itself in my essence as my body deflates
Limp and lifeless
Broken and Beaten


He left pain as his legacy
And I....
Destruction as mine.



.....What have I done?