Suicide Spring

Austin Jones

29 Apr, 2015 07:26 PM
The night is over 
The sun is rising 
over the horizon
But I shall not  live 
To see the day

For I have reached 
My final destination
A spring, A lake
My favorite lake 
In my  favorite woods 

This spring is where 
I die
One might call it
A suicide spring
A perfect place

For a perfect death
I take my knife
And slit my wrists 
And neck 
And fall into the 
Clear blue of the lake 
The sun is now shining 
On the water 
I fade into nothing
As the day comes into view
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Lisa says:
19 May, 2016 03:54 AM

Beautiful and haunting !!!

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