The way I want to die
Is to have it be my last form of art
The brain matter and blood
Splatter on the wall
Make it into flowers
That bloom forever
Have my light and darkness
Shine on someone’s life
I think about other people’s happiness
More than my own
Being left behind
Mind so sour like a lime
Add a pinch of salt
And down the light brown liquid
To numb the void
Try to feel some joy,
But nothing
It won’t come
Yet some, say I have it
The stick stays lit
Please, I want to smile for a bit
Genuine, not forced by friends who also quit
Continue to blow out smoke
Hoping for the demons to leave
Choke on their claws
Clenched jaw
Grab a saw
Make the pain go somewhere
Stuck in the electric chair
That’s fair, no more clothes to wear
Yellow paint, yellow paint
Darker than the ocean
Lighten up
Stay in motion
Lamp on
Head commotion
Mask on, all drawn
Stay on fire
Reach higher
Feel the desire
Crushed by a tire
Slit the throat in dire,
Need
Down pills for speed
Now I leap
In order to grab a hold
Of that shine
Prime time
Chime for my own crime
Answer.
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