Suicide Party

C'mon everybody - it's a suicide party
so come and get your fill
We've gasoline punch and guns for lunch
so feel free to fire at will
We've got ropes to hang your hopes
high for the world to see
So come on down and clown around -
hey, it's a suicide party.

We've got those pills that make you ill
and food laced with cyanide
And when you're through, we'll soak you
in rich formaldehyde
And if the lights all seem to bright
we'll blow them out, you'll see
So come and boast, or make a toast -
hey, it's a suicide party.

Come down and cheer or maybe smear
your blood upon the walls
Or do you squirm at death on terms
that make your very skin crawl?
Me and you, we'll party through
This darkness only we can see
And if we die, no need to cry -
cause it's a suicide party.

I sit and stare through the sun's glare
and the torrential flood
of people cheering, loving, fearing,
crying tears of blood
I sit and grin at all the sin
From which I cannot hide
The party's through, 'cept me and you
Let's commit some suicide!

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please remember, i do not condone suicide in any form, but it's a catchy last line.

~Jink, the poet.

p.s. - my previous post, that was an Xbox with a Hellboy skin mod. Cool, eh?