The tools of Death

by Lithium   Jan 23, 2005


Take me into your world,
The world of the non-living,

Take my hand, and slit my wrist,
Pull me down, to a place so deep,

Give me a rope, and a steady pole,
Then I can hang myself, with instant death,

Jump from a bridge, drive of a cliff,
Two more ways, to escape my endless living pain,

These are just some of the tools of death,
That plague my thoughts everyday.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on August 15th, 2004

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