My suicide bride
My suicide bride
I know I have no chance,
for you have made your choice.
I saw your nod dance.
you hear…its sultry voice,
whilst riding the white pony.
Sure to bronco with its hex,
I tell you, “The dragon is a phony”.
My horror… rather complex.
I curse this disease so feeble,
but just made it worst.
I should have known the needle…
…would always come first.
I tried to make you stop,
whilst with a cotton, you're cookin'.
Now, like a dirty wasted mop…
… I’m on the outside, in-lookin’,
to the curb is how I got burned.
but you won’t let me go,
how sad this marriage has turned
our anniversary… this final act of the show.
poem by Nyc Boy
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