Suicide Train

Glued to soft and fine grass,
View of the sky like fine glass,
Greenery whispering without doubt,
A plan to suck my soul out.

Days and nights passed,
Sun became cold and harsh,
Grass with hay’s complexion,
Treated He with bitter compassion.

Soft touch of the wind,
Swifting over my skin,
Grass became stickier,
Deceit became comfier.

Boredom knocked on my head,
Welcomed an old friend,
Bantered about the sun,
Fatigued with its sweet burn.

Excitement knocked on my nerves,
Welcomed with joy and craves,
Asked why I’m not with Joice,
Told him I’m a loner by choice.

Grass with no more fun,
It won’t let me run,
Futility as pernicious, Made blood delicious.

Black n white came with Victoria,
Orgasm  of Death blended with euphoria,  
The soul now breaking through,
Death came due.