The Suicide ChroniclesA Poem by Deron AlexisThe Suicide Chronicles I’ll be added to a list. Just another statistic. Those who could not wait, Those who lacked resilience . First I’ll dig a shallow pit, To keep my hazard confined. Then douse myself head to toe, In something flammable and pungent. As if to rinse off shame. It will then be so easy. I’ll clench the lighter In my fist, As if it were my freedom. Now it’s really simple Yet a bit too hard. I’ll flick my thumb violently, Like that final leap of desperation. And a volley of sparks Like burning fairies, Ignite against my skin. And the fire will embrace me, Like real genuine love. But life, The coward she is, Will run from the flames. And now alone in my fire pit, About to burn to dust, Death will come beside me, And greet me with her smile. She’ll kneel next to me in the pit , I know she’ll smell like rosebuds . She’ll hold my flaming hand, And caress my flaming face, Like elegant orchids, soft. And when we kiss, My breath will leave, Drawn out by her grace. And I will fade With all my pain. The pain and I, Will amount to nothing In this world Just like yesterday. © 2012 Deron AlexisReviews
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6 Reviews Added on December 27, 2012 Last Updated on December 30, 2012 AuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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