MURDER, NOT SUICIDE!
Agony from self-inflicted pains,
hands eaten up by chains,
antidotes left to dissolve in the
rain,
beseech is the masquerade of death
with hands full of cains.
"Yes pain, yes gain"
So he sings as he dances, and steps
on the slains.
How can life be such tight
that nothing else seems to be
right,
other than willingly procured
gnashes and bites?
even when the harmful snake
refuses to bite.
Life is not a bed of roses
You can ask Rose.
Not about what she lacks,
just mention to her the name
'Jack'
She will tell you -no one knew if
it would be rosy
fact remains they only made a
promise.
Promise as a stance of hope
hope to help cope
with the stones on the bed of
life,
where we all marry a wife,
and even bury kisses on her lips
just before we fall asleep
on a stone-cushioned kip.
Have you all the problems in this
world
or why the intention to slap a
warlord?
Is the order from your Lord?
than you choose hearkening to his
words.
Or is it fashioned out of the
word, brave?
than you decide to snap a selfie
whilst you dig your own grave.
Many reasons reasoned for the
cause of such action.
No, it's frustration! No it's
weariness!
Valiance or weakness?
Being wise or just a lifeshow of
foolishess?
Perhaps, being kind to mankind.
Given excuses of so many kinds.
add salt to a wound, trek the
wound near drops of salt
yet, its being called all sorts.
As if there's a justification for
such act of anger;
Anger is anger!
Why not just be patient, and wait
for tomorrow to come,
or what the day after tomorrow
will become.
From any angle you look at it,
the decision to do it is never the
last option, no matter the heat,
deep introspection slash
retrospection into it,
you'll see it's never worth it.
Just chew a chilling pill,
rather than a death pill,
You don't have to be a killer
before you be tagged a 'murderer'
Suicide is the first son of murder
She graduated with a first class in
the faculty of Murdery
Her name is suicide, but let us be frank here, you don't need to be
in such a hurry.
Just wait a lil bit,
you can even put on some fine kits,
have some fun far away from the dug pit
it will surely get better, I bet.
But if it happens I lose the bet,
kindly take some more cheese
don't kill yourself yet, please.
Sooner or later, let's say, any
which way;
you're still gonna die, anyway.
