• the peice of steal that couldnt meet my vains
    the liquor in my system that couldnt poison me
    the torn rope huging my throught that couldnt trap my breath
    the pills in my stomach that never worked and never dosed
    the trip off the roof that couldnt shatter my skull
    the loaded gun that wouldnt rush a bullet through my vessel
    the pluged wires that didn't fry body
    all these fails that wouldnt let me look death in his life less eyes
    shake his cold pulce less hand
    ask him to take me away from this dreamless world called life
    spend the eturnity seeing how much i wouldnt be missed
    seeing others suffer how those before me did
    and become an audience in this horrible
    vivid
    mysteriouse
    dramatic
    humoris
    sad
    comic
    atrocity of a play called
    life