I place the killer between my lips
And light it up.
I take my time
Breathing in the poison
Careless of the damage it will cause.
The night is dark
And the moon is hiding
Amongst the clouds;
I walk down the middle
Of an empty highway.
Secretly wishing a drunk driver
Would sneak upon me.
But no one comes,
I am alone
I hear nothing but a sad tune
I've had stuck in my head for days.
The lyrics I constantly ponder of
Turn into a repeated hum,
"Can I still get into heaven
If I kill myself?"
I wonder
But for now,
I'll just hope something else
Kills me first
This cigarette, or a drunk driver
Anything but myself.
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.