Resurface.

May 26, 2011 22:38


Sent straight to the top
Of the hit list, now complete
Now he won’t stop
Until his fist hits concrete
Because he believes he’s waited
Long enough for the one
Worth leaving a face decimated
A job fucking done
He’s brave
Got balls
God saves
He withdrawals
Shows no pity
Shit, never will
I know it’s shitty
But he’ll kill
Ya see, the days spent
In his own eleventh hour
Came down like fists of cement
In a meteor shower
And it wore him down
Like a piece of ice
Swept off shore to drown
So my best piece of advice
Is to stay huddled
In your room with a knife
Stay muffled
He doesn’t care for human life
Hide in the dark
All alone
Because he’ll merc
Whatever’s shown
Smash you face in the pillow
If you decide to cough
And don’t look out your window
He’ll pop your fucking head off
He’s always waiting
So learn this
He’s anticipating
For you to resurface

poetic suicide

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