It wasn't a suicide, it's a murder;
You killed me with your words
You killed me in a snap
You had put me into worse
I just tried to make a laugh
You killed me with your stare
I can still feel the cold
I was yearning for death's flare
So I did sell my soul
You killed me in my darkness
I was searching for your light
got stuck with my madness
Thought I can survive
It is now too late
You murdered me with your words
Luck wasn't in my fate
Everything now is into worst
-Denny Cole
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Obscure Anthology
RandomA book of Inscribed English and Tagalog equivocal poems, ballad, one-liners, flash fiction stories, free verse, and sonnets.
