Starting with a few sleepless nights,
Drawing tears to accompany this pain,
Following lines that were never truly there.
I traced the lies you'd never show me,
Does any of this make you feel better?
I composed a caricature of painless death,
Giving color to artificial bleeding,
Just how many mistakes can you erase?
Will the lines remain a faded memory...
We know every imperfection we created;
Every mark that rests behind the final design.
Creating the outline of my broken silhouette,
It's up to you to paint yourself into this set.
Would you add your diluted sketch to mine?
Renounce these errors as a combined effort?
Inveterate ritual mixed with improvised truth:
Forever haunted by a lullaby you never sang.
You cared so much with that blade in your hands,
As fear bled onto a life so ready to welcome death,
Who better to die with than one who gave meaning to life?
So remember this requiem, whenever you feel alone,
And fade into this story we made eternally our home.
As shallow graves and blackened skies,
Replace the sun's rapturous light.
And quickly fading; grateful cries,
Inject you with memories of this night.
We fade into one suicide; last chance to revise,
But we've lost the need to win this fight. |
Submission Name: sketch of suicide
