The night isn't gentle anymore.
Its darkness has a vice-like grip,
shattered, unwelcome
on her fragile throat,
leading to a crimson door,
full of destructive, intrusive thoughts about
sleeping
with eyes never wanting to open
again.

The night no longer offers rest
for her shattered, melancholical, heavy head
to gently abide the terrors of
turning silver to red on her already scarred flesh,
beucase life seems to stay
just like that.

© fey (30/12/20)

Suicide, more suicide and topped off with suicide...

We love *****-street ****** because it is good but only if you inject
it when you should, when you're drunkenly melancholical on singer
Mălina Olinescu's 6th floor balcony ledge where poor Mălina stood
She is lying in weeds thruthlessly: **** quick, *** left, yet not really
while I'm like a movie star: tan-ready, drug induced, living in Philly
with ditzy Patty Duke who lived on lithium, high up where it's hilly
with nitwit Patty Duke who thrived on lithium, high where it's hilly
as black broads punish me worser than Jerry Lee did Mickey Gilley
or that muffler who played **** van ****'s Helper neighbor Millie
whose 2-pronged love, once legalized, could do nothing but **** me
before hurting my tender tendonitis that's nonexistent in either knee
what I strained while stripping the girl from Ipanema's slinky bikini

Celebrity Deaths: 12/11/12
John Atterberry, 40, American music industry executive (Death Row Records), shot.
Predrag Ćeramilac, 67, Serbian actor, suicide. (Croatian)
Alberto de Mendoza, 88, Argentine actor. [4]
Mălina Olinescu, 37, Romanian singer (Eurovision Song Contest 1998), suicide. (Romanian)
Robert Peliza, 91, Gibraltarian politican, Chief Minister of Gibraltar (1969–1972)

reading romance novels is my closest experience to love
i bought myself some flowers due to the reasons I mentioned above
my bangs cover the darkness behind my forehead
sometimes everything coherent slips through my melancholical mindset

© fey (09/09/19)

Melancholical jack-offs refuse to use proper English out of pride as
it's suicide & suicide topped off with la pièce de résistance, suicide
& self ****** to sudden death, with a wrist-slitting downward slide
that clogs ***** suicide-lines with weakling whiners keen to confide

Melancholical jack-offs refuse to use proper English out of pride as
it's suicide & suicide topped off with la pièce de résistance, suicide
& self-****** to sudden death, with a wrist-slitting downward slide
that clogs ***** suicide-lines with weakling whiners keen to confide
accounts to you of 7 toes on right feet that they've no reason to hide
around me as I need polydactylic chicks unfucked along for the ride

We love *****-street ****** because it is good but only if you inject
it when you should, when you're drunkenly melancholical on singer
Mălina Olinescu's 6th floor balcony ledge where poor Mălina stood
She is lying in weeds thruthlessly: **** quick, *** left, yet not really
while I'm like a movie star: tan-ready, drug induced, living in Philly
with ditzy Patty Duke who lived on lithium, high up where it's hilly
with nitwit Patty Duke who thrived on lithium, high where it's hilly
as black broads punish me worser than Jerry Lee did Mickey Gilley
or that muffler who played **** van ****'s Helper neighbor Millie
whose 2-pronged love, once legalized, could do nothing but **** me
before hurting my tender tendonitis that's nonexistent in either knee
what I strained while stripping the girl from Ipanema's slinky bikini