Suicidal Poet
Suicidal poet
You died an artists death
Forging perfect words
With your final breath
You had it all planned out
Each syllable struck deep
You took our breath away
And yet it's you that sleeps in peace
Beat by beat you stole our hearts
But everybody knew
In the end your words were always
Bound to outlive you
The blood stained sheets were hard to hide
The air smelled like rain outside
And yet this rain brought not life
But instead a poets sacrifice
For this world was far to simple
And this world was far to plain
He was born to live in kingdoms
But he sleeps in a shallow grave
Suicidal poet
you left us far too soon
your poems spoke of beauty
but they did not tell of you
they say fate deals
a cruel hand
to those who are worth more
than the pitiful reality
that mortals have in store
Suicidal poet
a true artist you were
your words will live
in infamy
though you write no more