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Long Poems

Suicide Is Always An Option

Death becomes me; she calls me to her arms
Says she will devour me with her deliciously fatal charms
She doesn’t haunt me, not a spectre in the night
More a…beckoning to come into her light
Her hints are clear, cheeky and still dark
Death entices me like the early morning lark
Sweet songs she offers to lull me off to sleep
Perfect death, seems warm and deadly deep
Life lingers, while she springs up to be my maid
Reminding me of the decisions I’ve already made
Pointing out the reasons why I should lie down by her side
Telling me that there are things I haven’t tried
Offering me sanctuary from the ordinary pain
Showing me the hearts that I’ve already slain
Pictures of kisses, beautiful on their own
Orgasms’ peaks brought out in a growling moan
Soft caresses, delicate and long
Powerful visions, powerful yet wrong
‘Trust me.’ says the owner of the night
‘Do one thing, just do this one thing right
Give in, give up, and admit you’ll never change
No one will think it odd, none will think it strange
Many will not notice, some may clap their hands
You’ve been gone before, everyone understands
Life’s hard, let go, allow yourself to fall
Come to me, listen to my call
One step, one jump, a slice is all it takes
To wipe clean your slate, cover all mistakes
Give freedom to those about whom you say you care
Or you could tell the truth.’ She knows I wouldn’t dare
I love her voice and the reasons that she gives
She knows that in my heart her sweet surrender lives
She knows that for her I’ve saved the last dance
But I’ll keep giving myself…one last chance.


Long Poems