Suicide

 

 

My heart so down

As I brood over the cloud 

Ropes and edges 

look down at me

Like that of a reaper 

They crave for my soul

 

In the emptiness of my heart 

I feel an absurd hatred

My trinity trying to fall apart

As if trying to mend my heart 

I quench my soul with tote

As darkness appeared to be only coat

 

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