The Suicide Victim: Story of my Parting

Bland, the world is hovering in between
A sense of limbo and some lethargy
And as I breathe it hurts to think
Of all the friends I’ve left behind
A love that never came to age
And all the things I could’ve done
Shards of glass prickling in my mind
Poking my convictions and beliefs
Bleeding all my life from memory
Until the blood, up to my knees
Crawls back into the cuts along my wrists
Toiling through my wretched corpse
Mixing in my flesh until I’m ruled
By pain and grief
An aching feeling I cannot escape
Unless I choose to cut myself again
Hoping that some random flowerbed
Between my feet
So cold and callous from the days
Would mix into this dark-red pond
Some sense of love, belonging and direction
And as I bleed my wrongs away
So soggy from the melting of my mind
I choose to drown in my own blood
And leave this world behind

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Character: 66/100

The Bitch Brigades – In company of the Drama Queen

The other day
He called me late at night
That horny asshole
Knows how to pick a fight
His bathroom stunk
Because I took a dump
I took revenge
To teach him who to hump!

Bitch?
Yes, you could say
But open your heart
To my story of disappointment
To my tale of dismay
To my tragedy of relationships
The Iliad’s pages
We’ll fill a million times
Double-spaced, of course
But still worth your while
And soon enough
You’ll understand
You’ll join my force:
The bitch brigades

An irrational act?
Well I’m happy you have the nerve
To call me irrational
For grabbing what I deserve
You have to shock them
You have to be the perv
And with some practice
You’ll make their loose-ends curve!

Today at work
He texts me on my phone
He misses me?
No, he just wants to bone
I text him back
“You have to change your tone”
But deep inside,
I can’t wait till I moan!

And when it’s night
We cuddle in his bed
He’s feeling bored
He’s waiting for some head
And finally
He speaks of love instead!
His wife storms in
Oh my, this asshole’s dead

To hell with men
The drama that they bring
Some look for action
And others want a ring
But as for me
I need the ideal fling
A man that serves me
And lets me do my thing

I’ve been in action
For oh so many years
I guess its time
To look beyond my fears
The queen of bitches
Needs to have her rest
Goodbye to straightness
Hey! Dyke, show me some breast!