Poetic Kill

 
depression, stress and boredom
so, go link, " suicidal thoughts.com "
end your life, once and for all
and rest in piece, for God's sake !!!
 
'' stop complaining, no more wailing.''
poetry is language that is really living
stop your massacre, words are screaming
in your pen, on virgin page deflorated
 
how many miles must a honeybee travel
while you in lust and in tears revel,
to bring you nectar's sweetest potion
that you curse, and chew a poison weed
 
 '' Stop complaining ! ''
 
what crime have they committed?
The innocent Alphabets to be killed
slashed like a beef and slaughtered
served fresh, given to your pleasure.
 
i am not so weak to cry on  my grave
''thanks God '',  enough the little i have
i only wish goodwill and good health
not castles in the sand, and fake wealth
 
many thanks God, i still breathe oxygen  
i still see the sky, and the mountain then
i can write a happy word for humanity
i can hear the birds when they sing to me
 
i can dream of heavens, if i am badly ill
but never a witness, of this poetic kill