last writes

my love took a razor blade
and sliced till all began to fade
then it walked into a dirty noose
choked grimy from multiple use
next like a child’s sweet tooth whim
it swallowed pills till all did swim
then it held its breath never to exhale
even when all turned bluish pale
last it took a shotgun to its head
and still somehow never fell dead
so it began to greedily see
a little mirage called you and me
but it was just love again being blind
to words and acts and reality unkind
but the stupider bit that gets my goat
is that it never tried a suicide note.

ram cobain