A nOtE oN sUiCiDeS!!

she is dancing on the edge
mystic air around
fake smiles frolic aimlessly for food
moves languidly near my well occupied grave
prayers are for sinners
and I pray everyday
distant lands remain untouched
can't they be near?
somewhere on that street i breathe,
craving for a mere laugh
it takes a small pull for all my angst
you can take my empty soul to ponder
go page by page
slice and bleed for reliving the pain
lie like a mesmerized moth near a never dying flame!
~ Mustang