the chair's been kicked a rope tied to the rafters   blue faced and broken necked I sigh   relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare   of that hated sun burning the sky   slumped like a headless scarecrow   cold and limp against the wall   blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design   thawing the winter that burdens this heart   shit stained and shameful   an exit in disgrace   not a splash but just a ripple left   I end this life in vain   in vain   in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake   toward the reflection of the moon   the night colored liquid arresting my lungs   finally at peace in this watery tomb   destroy this fragile body   to be gorged upon by worms   not a splash just a ripple is left   in the wake of my merciless scorn   beyond those cursed stars above   lies the answer that I seek   on the backs of bullets rides my name   longing to kiss my cheek   resentfully decline   retire this hated life   without guilt I break these veins   carved with salvation's knife   turn not away avert not your face   this is how it was meant to be   in silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste   the beauteous workings of mortality   no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross   pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain