suicide poetry ii (I wrote this on 06-06-06 very creepy plus I did a lot of this stuff almost exactly a year later)

.(1).

..knife..
..into throat..
..repeat..
..knife..
..into chi..
..and gut and midriff..
..playing tag with the chakras..
..to catch up with them..
..to fuck them with blades..

.(2).

(knife sunk in)
(is being torn apart by prison angler)
(is demons gathering)
(holding position to invade and encure all possible damage)
(to bring me to the chaos point)
(to leave me discarded in a pile)

.(3).

(the knife slipping in)
(is being held to drown)
(is the heavy hand)
(is the water gathering around)
(waiting for the meridian of my distresses to swarm in)
(to bring me to all points of chaos)
(to leave me disgarded)

.(end).

..when they found my shattered conch-skull temple..
..empty dead pile on the apartment floor..
..the blade had been left sunk in at the base of my spine..
..(handle visible made it vaguely reminiscent of a tail)..