My suicidle poems

Dancing Death

Knifes dancing in my head.
cutting at me.
allowing blood to run free.

Sucide dancing to the beat.
cutting off my arms
to leave them out there twitching.

Guns swaying back and forth to the music.
Shooting at my legs
to make me bend down in pain.

The grim reaper dances, circling around me.
Cuts off my head
to leave me dead with no future.

Dancing with death.
Pretending it's not real
so it only appears as a nightmare.

2-17-04



death


What do you do when all you want to do is die?

momma yelling
Sister crying
Daddy drinking
You listening.

What do you when all you see is death?

Slice of wrist
click of gun.
hanging from roof
Silence in the air.

Death Answers it all.

No tears
No pain
No anger
No yelling.
No death
Just deal.

1-28-04

Beyond Death

Is there somewhere beyond death?
Do you go to a heaven or hell?
Some people views are different.
Are any of them right?
Will they go to heaven or hell?
Are people flying?
Is there flames?
Is it wrong not to believe?
Is there a new home beyond life?
Can you play football?
Do you mine for coal?
What is anyone suppose to believe?
Is there somewehere actually beyond death?

2-10-04