Treasure Island

Serena Silenced


What Lies Beneath


What lies beneath- is what lies ahead.
Say goodbye to your family- then go bow your head.
There is nothing left here for you.
Go and follow her- it’s all you can do.

Grip the pistol- sit in the chair.
Take one last breath- while you prepare.
Picture those lovely laugh lines- on her lovely face.
You are about to move on to a higher place.

Take one last drink- from your favorite bottle of liquor.
Cock back the hammer - put your finger on the trigger.
What lies beneath- is what lies ahead.
Pull the trigger- and taste the lead.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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Everyone at some point thinks about suicide.
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(Monday, July 15,2013)

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