I think everyone else is awake.
Maybe they aren't all here,
But we're all awake.
Together.
As the thunder shakes the roof
&the lightening lights up the whole world,
it reminds me of a sad place.
& it also reminds me of how I wanted to fuck you in a lightening storm.
So is this storm my Suicide my Vodo?
The rain jabbing into my fake cloth skin.
Ending, ending the day this way.
The way I knew it would.
&Now all the lights in the city go out,
my music keeps blaring, skipping to the beat of the thunder.
I watch the water kill, kill my hope,
As I loose track of time.
So is this my Suicide by Vodo?
The world is my doll
&the thunder is my weapong, the electricty sparking my interest.
Ending my day like no other.
The room is cold & the paint is still dripping
I guarentee the road to my mind was paved with no intentions.
Not that I can be proved wrong.
No one's ever come back.
So yes, yes this is my Suicide by Vodo.
It was boud to happen soon enough.
The winds are folding in to crumble me up.
Ending today, no other way.
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Submission Name: Suicide by Voodoo
