• Beautiful corpse in the mirror oh how you lie.
    Dull brown eyes I dream them a lifeless white.
    Lovely soft hair how I wish you insipid and coarse.
    Sweet voice turn monotone, hoarse.
    Oh, how I desire you'd speak nevermore!
    Soft red lips turn dark purple or perhaps blue.
    Woe this decitful breath!
    I dearly wish you'd accept your death.
    Beautiful corpse lie to thyself no more.
    Walk swiftly now through death's door


  • @babygirl95 Your poem immediately reminded me of this picture.
    0_1527252882988_Most beautiful suicide.jpg