Suicide through Sex

Tue, 06/18/2013 - 13:12 -- Jakayla

Enjoyed moments of backward penetration
Commotion of body parts I had no idea existed
unlocked with every touch
Calling his name while I assume the next position

He wants me to go down
I slow down and know now that
I have bowed down to too many subjects
proclaiming them to be my God

Hard to express to the many kings
why things have been going the way they are
Can I go back to the place I escaped
To avoid going insane

I’m the momentary mistake that lasted too long
Stuck with only one avenue provided
Rich in his pockets
Useless if not in contaminated juices

Blood pumping profusely
stimulating thoughts
I don’t have the guts to put a gun to my head
I’ll just kill myself slowly, softly with s.e.x.

Put use to one dude after the next
until their deadly fluids form a suicidal trace
I took that thing that stood at my attention
Took advantage

At the vantage point blinded by misconceptions
Wanting God to show me that
he listened to my actions
to make this thing happen

All of my kings
are taking too long to kill their second throne
refusing to deliver death to me
I think my mother done sent a stronger breathe to thee

prophetic help asking my acts
be excused and I be kept here with her
Or maybe those suicidal traces were branded in me
fifty men ago

and my many kings used my body to deliver death to them

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