[STONEY ASHES] He grabs a drink off the shelf and the good book and settles down for business Takes a jaded look at my wrists and thinks to self What if I slit it See that little line of life, I could hit it with a razor blade and end it I wonder if the viscous vital fluid would flood the earth and drown the village In the ruby red liquid spillage On a planet that is so frigid I can’t take it, a man interrupted, peeping the main brachial artery and having a desire to cut it in public Tired of living in a masochistic district of corruption and sickness If I did it you would have to look at the fountain of youth, flow forth from me like a spigot This is The result of pushed limits Too late for psychiatric clinic visits Now we can all wade in the quarts and and bathe in it I hear that the blood bath is good for the image Or if you want to save a life, dial those three digits with a quickness snitches Call the paramedics, you only have a couple of minutes If you call the ambulance and get me in it maybe a death could be prevented Life is either too short or too long depending on how you look at it Will I fit as a stiff in a crypt and give up my duty to the civic It’s my life It’s my choice to live it Or give it back to the creator in whose exquisite image we mimic One extended peace to rest in, number one on my wishlist Excuse the unintended bleak expression of a suicide unassisted directly from the limbic Grab a drink off the shelf and the good book then settle down to serious business Takes a jaded good look at his wrist, then get distracted by the phone glad i have the companionship and friendship. [MENTAL STAMINA] i grabbed a drink off the shelf and the good book settled down for business isolated loneliness i'm alone at home, no witnesses on purpose my existence is worthless punctuate every exclamation with profanity fuck it they're curses maybe all i need is a little more sleep luckily, bedtime stories never bored me wonder if i can survive falling from a height of seven stories apartment window open wide so i stuck my head outside and saw a bird fly by absorbing heaven's glory working a day job i hate was never for me so i became a writer to pen a better story so....before i jump i'll finish a few more lines so you can remember me when i'm gone by more than an urn full of ashes burnt to a cinder by furnance embers sulfuric gases shipped to Dante's Inferno signed return to sender catch me skipping rocks across the river Styx and stones never broke my bones but words have injured, tortured, kill and probably will be the only source from which my existence can be proven, debated, or remembered i grabbed a drink off the shelf and the good book so I settled down for business i heard my phone vibrate, i guess i should get it funny how something as small as a text message can lift your spirits and so i called her back, closed the window, and slowly started hitting digits