Verses: Dark Cold Hotel Room

She puts the martini glass down the table

And think of ways how she's going to be able

To escape out of this mess that she has made

To pull herself from the wreckage before she fades


Out into oblivion from a much cruel existence
Making her way into this confusing deliverance
She stands up knocking almost everything in her path
Blinded with tears she stumbles her way into the corner bath
Oh cruel world, have a bit of fleeting mercy
May the gods bless the wrecked, may they give her pity
For poison will soon run through her body and mind
All because of so many things she can't seem to be able to find
She opens a locked cabinet and takes something out
Her decision is final, may they understand what this is all about
There is no time for hesitation, the end is near
She would finally be free from all the  chaos and impending fear
As water runs from all sides, she steps out of focus
Slowly she lowers herself into her depressing final locus
One swift explosion is all anybody can hear
After a split second moment everything becomes clear
Water runs from all sides of her eternal liquid bed
She lays quite unconscious, still... and apparently dead


**No need to call the Suicide Hotline, writing narrative poems is just my way of compensating for not being able to write a decent short story to save my life.
***Written during the time of pubescent mood swings.


Photo: Bathtub by Drie