If suicide had eyes,
it would possess a paralyzing stare.
If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.
If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.
If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.
If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.








Wicked piece. The darkness oozes out of this one. Nice!
Phenomenal write, Daniel. Incredible dark ink my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
What they said.