SlightlySane
January 21st, 2010, 03:15 PM
Slowly she crept into her slippers
The pads make less noise
Must be sure she won’t squeak
Mother can hear the wooden boards
It’s 3:32, she checks her golden watch
Today was her best day yet, she thought
No tears, no crying, her family so loving
This way she was at rest for her leaving
Carefully she moved into the living room
The shuffle of her slippered feet holds no sound
It’s carpeted now, she uncovers her frozen toes
Bare feet setting down on the linoleum ground
Click, the cabinet opens with ease
No lights on, they can’t see her to plead
A thick purple potion held in a bottle
Awaits her small hands to take hold
Tch tch… the potion is active
She smiles through her dead eyes
Lukewarm and vile the potion is
But too well does she know how it feels
Dripping gruesomely down her throat
The potion will take its affect too soon
but she won’t be ready for the swoon
And with her fall comes a great boom
Slowly she peaks at the world she’s still in
The potion never able to rightly set in
As she looked up at the light above her hard bed
She asked how and why, she could not be dead
Lips to her forehead that felt so warm
Her mother next to her lovingly said,
It wasn’t meant to be, you hit the ground
My dear, suicide never makes a sound
The pads make less noise
Must be sure she won’t squeak
Mother can hear the wooden boards
It’s 3:32, she checks her golden watch
Today was her best day yet, she thought
No tears, no crying, her family so loving
This way she was at rest for her leaving
Carefully she moved into the living room
The shuffle of her slippered feet holds no sound
It’s carpeted now, she uncovers her frozen toes
Bare feet setting down on the linoleum ground
Click, the cabinet opens with ease
No lights on, they can’t see her to plead
A thick purple potion held in a bottle
Awaits her small hands to take hold
Tch tch… the potion is active
She smiles through her dead eyes
Lukewarm and vile the potion is
But too well does she know how it feels
Dripping gruesomely down her throat
The potion will take its affect too soon
but she won’t be ready for the swoon
And with her fall comes a great boom
Slowly she peaks at the world she’s still in
The potion never able to rightly set in
As she looked up at the light above her hard bed
She asked how and why, she could not be dead
Lips to her forehead that felt so warm
Her mother next to her lovingly said,
It wasn’t meant to be, you hit the ground
My dear, suicide never makes a sound