deepundergroundpoetry.com

Ding Dong, The Bitch Is Dea- Oh, Wait, That's me. ~_~

My clothes whip against the wind
As I fall to my death, pretend I have wings.

There's a gun in my hand, now its at my head..
Put these brains against the walls, this blood soaks the bed..

There's a chisel in my chest, I couldn't find a knife.
I stand in the street, the car takes my life.

The chain is lowered, I'm dipped in the oil.
My skin is burning, it's starting to boil.

As my body connects with the jagged rocks,
My better senses tell me to stop.

But I can't, because it's too much fun
To put my life in mortal harm.

But nothing hurt quite as much,
As the broken heart you gave me, slut.

So I swallow the cyanide, my mouth starts to foam.
Breath in the monoxide, as I pick up the phone.

To call my ex.
She asks if I'm fine.
I start to speak, but I die on the line.
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
Published | Edited 10th Nov 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4 reading list entries 0
comments 6 reads 730
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 7:42pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:23pm by Liziantus-Marantus
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:25pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:14pm by Phantom2426
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:20pm by Mstrmnd1923