Saturday, November 12, 2005

faceless

Help is all I could yelp…
Insecurities bounded by obscurities…
Let me drown, beseech death to be my crown…
No more, this retribution I cannot abide…
Slay me sympathetically the throbbing I can’t hide…
Can I flee the unhappiness this time?
Would they allow me to commit one crime?
Suicide…suffer…bleed…and I cried…