(Suicide Poem) A Suicide Massacre Planned
Hey, pass this man another drink.
Washing away all the pain.
Even better for the mentally insane.
Sitting to wonder and think.
On the brink.
Planning and plotting.
A course straight across the stars.
Falling one by one.
This is the angel of death.
Marked are his victims.
Some would call this a trigger.
The mans completely a mess.
Shoot him and put him out of his misery.
His already waiting for that stretcher.
He just doesn't care.
Stalking just to stare.
All is lost.
With greed comes a cost.
A hollow solid ravaged heart.
Each plays a part.
For destiny must have a start.
Now, now, now an inconsequential action.
Quite perverse.
Well thought out as if it was rehearsed.
Information used to its fullest.
A illusionist.
Creating a perfect sky.
The one where everyone dies.
A massacre that defies.
A blank reality.
Absolute silence.
A forever mourning.
A sadness with distaste.
Frost and fire.
Twisted and turned.
Wrapping it up oh so quick.
With one last shot hes gone.
Abandoned by this world.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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