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Three Slumbers
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Part V: A SLOW SUICIDE Make a knot, eleven turns strong.
The trees whisper in the breeze.
Kill thoughts with another somber song.
The rope slips as I put myself to sleep.
Take a pill, or maybe take them all.
Chase them with this Beam.
Fall asleep against the bathroom wall.
Never waking from the dream.
Turn the key, start the car.
Fill the cab with the exhaust.
Windows up, fall asleep.
Peace is found as life is lost.
All Goodbye Poems?
Very well composed. You r still here so something is working. One step at a time.