SUICIDE

SUICIDE

SUICIDE

posted by Alex S. Gabor @ 8:32 PM

THE SUICIDE SONG

The Suicide Song

By Alex S. Gabor


Suicide, suicide

How could she have lied?

Suicide, suicide

Why couldn't have I died?

Oh ye mortals clamor for life

Dribbling on about pain and strife

Yes I tried it, more than once

Told me I was crazy, a self destructive dunce

But when my will is not aligned

And I know not what God wants divined

My life is shattered and completely entwined

Ruined by injustices committed by the blind

Ignorant fools, knaves of stench

Quietly rumoring from behind their legal bench

Pointing fingers encrusted with dirt

Demonic passions with the devil they flirt

What is life for but to live it free

And if injustice has enslaved thee

Then it is free will and your right to be

Or not that sets you apart from the enemy

Suicide, oh suicideYou become me again

Suicide, suicide

I don't know just when

You ask the gods to take you away

But they ignore you and still you pay

All efforts to right the wrongs of the world

Have failed so miserably it depresses the mind

No more lovers, drugging and booze

Reality is too harsh it is way too unkind

At least with drugs there was escape

At least with booze there was elate

At least with lovers there was someone close

But now its all too real, it's too much to hate

Hate myself and I die a little

Love myself and I set myself free with death

As I contemplate the days of my last breath

No place to turn, my stories all told

No one to my rescue who could be so bold

I'm already way too, too old

Dying so young would have my mother to scold

I search for assasins in every corner

But they hide from this truth mourner

I know the truth and it does not set me free

Only in death can my enemies be haunted

Till their dying days I will watch over them

And remember me they will from the accidents

Revenge, vindication and poetic justice

Crashing waves of comeuppance, undaunted

I tried to forgive them and to let go

I tried to let god and die another day

I tried to love and failed again

I beat my head till it became numb from pain

Now I am at the new bottom again

And I cannot go back to drugs and pain

Or find solace in the arms of another woman

Or a man

No, I must choose life or death

As I contemplate my last breath

For I have lived like no one else can

In this god forsaken ironic land

Turn off the televisions and don't read the news

There is war here and there and it gives you the blues

Where is paradise but in our minds

When the last breath is taken, my life rewinds

Flashing before me, every single image

Of love and hate, good and bad, right and wrong

The crowds of cheering war mongers songs

I left my baggage and lost all knowledge

And in my death, I can no longer be attacked

But I can see and watch from a distance

How my enemies have been tracked

And how they must suffer at what they have wracked

Upon my faith, my beliefs and dreams

When I die, no one will be there for my screams

I once thought it would be an assasins bullet

But now I know it was only my own trigger

That sent me away to a distant place

Where I could end my plight with this human race

That is rushing toward nowhere safe

That ruins every desperate strafe

Don't do it, don't do it they all cried

That lonely night I wrote while I died

Oh suicide, sweet suicide

My last final grace

The only decision they could not take from me

In my final resting place

The liars they killed me when I was high

Now I am dead while I sleep on the nigh

Poison, a gun, a knife to the throat?

Perhaps a wire dangling above the moat

What is the best way to meet you?

Sweet suicide, oh suicide, sweet suicide.

The ultimate rightness is to prove everyone wrong

The ultimate politeness is to make nothing of ones self

The ultimate wrongness is to go on living

When you know there is really nothing left

To live for...

No one left behind, its all an illusion

Oh sweet suicide, oh I should have died

Oh sweet suicide, I could not stop if I cried

And life's such a bitch, and then you are born again.

The ultimate trick of this universe

But still, dying was better than bankrupty, jail, drugs, sex, booze, religion and politics.

See you all next life time.


Copyright August 2006 Alex S. Gabor. All World Rights Reserved.

posted by Alex S. Gabor @ 8:09 PM