Little King of Sorrows


Loves Suicide - Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Is the mission impossible?
If it is. Then I'm out.
A man cut to pieces and scattered about.
The Real Humpty Dumpty. From cloud 9 I did fall.
That wholeheartedly shook me. And I jumped off the wall.
Busted and wounded. I hobbled the corner.
In the back of an Empire. I sat as little Jack Horner.
In silence I sat. Upon the concrete I spat.
Fluid soaked vision from under my hat.
If this day sounds to die for. So eerily true.
The day I committed a suicide from you.
Is the mission impossible?
If it is. Then I'm out.
A man cut to pieces and scattered about.
The Real Humpty Dumpty. From cloud 9 I did fall.
That wholeheartedly shook me. And I jumped off the wall.
Busted and wounded. I hobbled the corner.
In the back of an Empire. I sat as little Jack Horner.
In silence I sat. Upon the concrete I spat.
Fluid soaked vision from under my hat.
If this day sounds to die for. So eerily true.
The day I committed a suicide from you.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 16, 2013


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