"Suicide Notes"

Decay makes a romantic scrawl

Suicide letters and recycled love songs

The only waste

Is the time spent penning apathy with a rhythm

And the slow drip of death

A soft bass guitar

Thumping like the love beats of the heart

Hanging loosely and without notice

In the back of your mind

Like the body on the noose

Already almost able to die

Teenage angst

Leaves letters to lovers

On the back of bathroom stalls

Pain penned in red ink

Memoirs scrawled

And paint peeled away

Only to be replaced and recovered

Death drips in the back of your mind

The paint peels like mascara crusted lashes

Love beats like a death rattle

Suicide notes make the best love songs