D.I.T.U.H. pt. 2: Suicide's to Survive

Death is the ultimate high,
How are you going to die,
If you cant find a way to fly.

If it can’t be fixed with rye,
Maybe if it’s impossible to get dry,
You’d like to stop and try.

Incredible bliss injecting from this,
Life’s now numb taking all of these hits,
I’ve spent every second trying to escape.

I’m so trapped within my kaleidoscope prison,
Watching the phoenix newly arisen,
A lighter in the wind locked into submission.

Dear god and fellow sinner,
On the breach of your holiness,
I’ve found the mature way to corrupt.

Rope slipped into a seductive noose,
When I’m there I’ll wish I was loose,
Raped from this world of carnal abuse.

Ian Robert Potapoff

If you liked this please read part one that can be found in my archive.