The Little Suicide
By Anthony Conroy
Gangrene dreams eat the legs of sanity,
Wish I was someone else,
Falling to a future like a sidewalk embroidered with
broken teeth,
Erase myself,
Pulse is weak against the ocean of apathy,
Don't want to see the crooked picture of mental health
that's me.
Days and days begin to glaze,
Friends drift like the weather,
Slave to change,
Erasing myself to the grave,
Defacing myself...
Misery defies language,
Misery like a squid,
Eternal happiness seems eternally languid,
Can't rid the sadness and I'm suckered to pain,
Chomp down the tablets till I've stopped walking on
pillars of shame.
Keep making the same mistake,
Down comes baby when the bough breaks,
Keep making the same mistake,
The same mistake...
Social hygiene at an all time low today,
Stay back,
I'll scrape and scratch,
Verbal table manners are lousy,
Wanna' watch you eat words...
Gonna' quench my misery with silence,
Shhh-mute those violins,
Gonna' look for prozac sunrise,
Make the little suicide.
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