SUICIDE IS AN ART.
©Mwangi Njoroge.
I never believed in life after death,
nor that son of man who rose from the dead,
... I‘ve been a creature of habit,
one dazzled by black and white,never hues of grey,
I‘ve grown fond of this pain,
found beauty in this dark solace,
time can never be perfect for a perfect crime.
so I choose my path off this shallow life,
oceans can‘t roll deeper than my pain,
nor can the sun burn brighter than the darkness within .
this view has been my constant friend
trusted with the secrets I shared in the breeze
as I let go off this rails ;
life wll never be as beautiful as I see it now
in the fear, tears and hope of no more life,
just one more step and I shall fall free off this ledge.
I never believed in life after death,
nor that son of man who rose from the dead,
... I‘ve been a creature of habit,
one dazzled by black and white,never hues of grey,
I‘ve grown fond of this pain,
found beauty in this dark solace,
time can never be perfect for a perfect crime.
so I choose my path off this shallow life,
oceans can‘t roll deeper than my pain,
nor can the sun burn brighter than the darkness within .
this view has been my constant friend
trusted with the secrets I shared in the breeze
as I let go off this rails ;
life wll never be as beautiful as I see it now
in the fear, tears and hope of no more life,
just one more step and I shall fall free off this ledge.
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