

Do it RightThe blade...its calling you isn't it? That sirens song. Those few drops of blood. Red crimson spilled on a white floor Or maybe the bitter taste of metal The clank against your teeth One bullet will do the job A moment of pain and its all gone Or perhaps a few pills And a little alcohol are your weapon of choice Seems painless enough What a coward you are If your going to end it all do it right Make it hurt Make it sting Make yourself feel Push the blade in a little deeper Put that gun where you know it will take time Take just enough pDo it Right


submissionThere’s no such fair feathered, foul fortune as you,submission
A soft, sweet, pale, sad victory won.
Some glitter, glare, fantastic bounty seen,
As sharp as sickened sentences begun.
A spring of some sour symphony brings wonder,
The fairest painted silken lock slipped under.
What, care? What care!
This raven hair, slicker, slipping,
Lips a thousand times to know.
The softest curl and skid of myth unfurled,
Undone, like some virgin forfeit; a most pious whore.
So sit on your milky moon and guard your night-time sky,
Drip tears into my pocket and rip in two my sense of ri
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