Suicide Always Tempted At Night

Late one night while killing some time.

In a tv’s reflection I watched myself die.

With a door locked and curtains drawn.

Always drunk enough to follow that line.

There with 3 spent bottles and half a ball.

While Gideon sat quietly in a top drawer.

I would curse clocks untill the birds sang. 

And with them came a morning’s blame.

See for too many years I lived that life.

Of forsaking day and loving my shame.

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