The Darker Side of Poetry
Self Righteous Suicide
A date with death your final breath
One last gasp you try to grasp
Your time has come
This isn't for fun
The possibility there is no heaven
A risky gamble maybe no lucky sevens
You should have no adoring pride
In your self-righteous suicide
You could be lost forever eternal
An unknown soul, an empty journal
One last gasp you try to grasp
Your time has come
This isn't for fun
The possibility there is no heaven
A risky gamble maybe no lucky sevens
You should have no adoring pride
In your self-righteous suicide
You could be lost forever eternal
An unknown soul, an empty journal
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Self Righteous Suicide
Self Righteous Suicide