Author: Dims
Poetry
too intrusive to be true
let’s both play a game of truth, you can tell me lies
and i won’t know because i can’t look you in the eyes
suicide is dangerous
because i will die alone
so please just shoot me in the head and hold my hand before i go
and i hope i rot in hell
and i hope i rot in jail
and i hope my death is celebrated
and let’s go back to the hotel
i can crumble in the bathroom
drink wine that’s mixed with piss
and i wanna hear you in the bedroom
so i can remind myself that nobody will miss me.
i hope i rot in hell
i hope i rot in jail
these thoughts that i have are enough
to excuse my murder in the court
please just say it was self defense
please make it make sense.