Hara Kira

sometimes i hear them
whisper at night
they tell me of minds
full of lustful fright
they tell me how ready they are to spring loose
so ready to kill
now caught in a noose
hanging from Heaven
a gun to his head
bleeding from ankles
a needle no thread
is caught in his eyes
but blinded they see
the poison he drinks
he puts in his tea
the vapors inhale
he knows well the scent
he swallows the pills
to late to resent
he drank his sadness
too high of a dose
he stabbed his own heart
blood red as a rose
jumped off the building
the roof and the bridge
he starved himself next
no food in the fridge
he bled out to death
and to death once again
then life after life
once again all must end