Re: Suicide

 
 

Time is tantric to the tyrants,

 

Who advised, I  analysed it,

 

Whilst burning  incense  at my fathers inquest,

 

I digest lies to multiply,

 

Mad mathematican,

 

without jurisdiction,

 

suicide a self affliction,

 

A doting wife,

 

loses her soulmate,

 

while a body hangs from a rope,

 

With a self addressed envelope,

 

Laced with hope,

 

My mothers eyes are blurred,

 

Truth sullied by the depression,

 

years of alcoholism and antidepressants,

 

Daddy never learnt the lesson,

 

Tragically forgot that he was born in immaculate conception,

 

I'll meet him at heavens intersection,

 

Big bro's too high,

 

sadisic sibling,

 

with a idiotic afflication,

 

To make heavenly inroads,

 

I'll have  to  let him go,

 

To focus on the roads that follow,

 

I delve deep into outer realms,

 

To find the etheral shell,

 

One day we all be reunited,

 

Under the ethereal feel,

 

God bless as i inspect the rubble,

 

After the aftermath of such an ungodly tragedy,

 

I cradle my heart like a forlorn lothario,

 

 

Urging the madness of melancholy to let me go,

Awaiting the day to once again feel my Fathers embrace.