Bone of my bone,
Skull unto me,
Thus what my orbs see,
are nothing compared to others,
all that of suicidal thoughts inside me.
If that black smoke comes in view,
will I let him influence
that white oblivion and promises me
Do I give in,
would I give up.
What choice will it make out of me.
Will I be my own or a victim of this statistical society.
She is staring at me,
in the bed
Whom do I choose.
A pale rider comes up
in an Elvis get up.
A tune eerily singing.
“R u lonesome tonight. . .”
A tribute to death suicides,
Death does not discriminate celebrities and common people.