Death thoughts in and out of suicidal minds.
Evil intentions have my lifeless body hanging from a frayed noose. Swaying, in sync, with an irregular heartbeat. No More. Ignorant & Alone Afraid of the inevitable. You can honor my death’s calling. Bitter tolling of the Raven’s Funeral Bell. Gothic cemeteries with menacing demonic overtones. Take me into you & dance beneath an intimate murder scene—Brokenhearted & Completely Shattered Illuminating dark nights on a casket of neon slashed wrists. Blood oozing down… Soaking into the hallowed soil. Cursed & smashed within the darkened halls of this self-created Hell. Ghosts haunting my nightmares. AWAKE! in the purple shadows of a deafening necro-moonlight. Devouring what’s left of my tired soul. Trembling alcoholic hands reaching out… clawing at my discolored throat…Choking me, drowning me in soft, green mucus. A putrid cocoon, reserved only for the worthless & weak. Will I be forgiven? As the dirt is thrown onto my cellophane wrapped corpse, the mind knows it’s being buried alive as the body scratches at the under-carriage of the velvet lining…in this mockery of a useless life. Rest now, as you shed all of life’s insecurities Rest now, as all of your demons read from a thousand sanctioned eulogies Drink the potion of Death’s Green Tea Death now & Death…As It Should Be ©Timothy Grassan Video Link : Death…As It Should Be