On Suicides Edge
(There are two versions of this, 1. and 2. leave me some feedback on which you think is the better one. By the way I wrote this a long time ago, I'm not thinking about killing myself lol)
1
Standing on the edge of traffic,
Non-descript yet some how tragic;
Body fallen to the pavement,
Defiance swallowed in complacence.
Can't help but let it chill my skin,
One more spirit given in.
Walking slowely on the rooftop,
She found a way to make her pain stop;
Gliding gently as she dives,
Never felt so quite alive.
Metal passes between my teeth,
Squeeze the trigger feel release.
2
Standing at the edge of traffic,
Non-descript yet somehow tragic;
Unable to fight the way it chills my skin,
One more virgin spirit given in.
Wander slowely upon jaded rooftops,
She discovers a way to make her pain stop.
Gliding gently, transcending dive;
Death never felt so fucking alive.
Unforgiving metal jammed between clenched teeth,
She's squeezing the trigger to envoke the final release.
Body meets pavement after she violently collapses;
Defiance scorned and swallowed in complacence,
Peaceful and soundly perhaps she now sleeps;
Fataly surrendering, for her past she now weeps.
A psychotic flatline she feels she had earned,
Although where she is going there is no return;
So stand with me at the edge of traffic,
Non-descript yet fucking tragic.
Some may remember, yet most sadly forget;
That grasping on suicides edge is the eternal regret.
