Sugar Suicide


my past

written in blood

on aged paper

i cannot stomach


so in a box


with a hatchet

then again

and buried 6 feet deep


but then your name

striked a cord

and sings a code

of a not-so-lovely melody


brings the box

barrelling so,

through my skin


facing me,

let the judgment begin.


  • Author: Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2018 02:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • kevin browne

    I wonder how the judgement well pan out. Let me know some day when it happens. Will be interesting to see!!!!

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