I dream of suicide
Cause my women
Stole my heart
Right out of my chest
And mashed it
On the floor
But now I sleep
With a shard
Of broken glass
Next to me
In case the dreams
Are too much

Often I stare
So hard at it
I actually see
The glass enter
And the blood leave
Lean back and let
My matress soak up
Every drop I have

Then close my eyes & die

10/17/2001

Posted on 10/17/2001
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