Can never see the way she hangs himself!
An empty belly full of sleeping pills,
Drink a stone and then defend herself,
Until the death of mother nature kills.
He shakes his body like a murder weapon,
When the devil tries to kill herself.
An evil entered through a deep depression,
Killed the priest of death and hanged himself.
The other side of death or suicide,
A frame of mind and handled carefully,
An empty space without a place to hide,
The situation temporarily.
See an exit cardiac arrest!
So full of love committing suicide,
I need a body like a soul obsessed,
Between the lips of death and horrified.
Surrounded by a shattered soul revealed,
On the other side of suicide.
Another day of life and death concealed,
Around the world without a place to hide.
A feeling like the doctor hangs himself,
Even though I never felt depressed,
A baby had already hanged herself,
On the other side of me distressed.
A day and then the doctor hangs himself!
He never had an easy way to flee,
Where the priest already hanged herself,
A state of mind and true identity.
Without another second realizing,
Nothing yet a little unaware,
Being blinded by the fear of dying,
Leaving me the only way to spare.
Poetry