Nail, nail, raining nails, <br />pins me down in a falling hail. <br />Blood, blood, runs down the wall, <br />at least now my soul won't fall. <br />Blade, dancing with a grin, <br />give me one beneath my chin. <br />Rope, rope, pulled real tight, <br />put hope round my neck tonight. <br /> <br />Dark mantras and books of light, <br />nothing puts my mind back right. <br />Death, death, blissful death, <br />come for me and take my breath. <br /> <br />Burn, burn, body burn, <br />through the fire I will learn. <br />River, creek, I won't wake, <br />when lying down in the lake. <br />Freeze, freeze, please, I'll freeze, <br />ne'er again to feel a breeze. <br />Poison; lethal drink, <br />comes quicker than my thoughts I think. <br /> <br />All these deaths have luring calls, <br />too bad I haven't got the gull. <br />Though ironic, won't it be, <br />if life doesn't abandon me?<br /><br />Jacob Biehl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nail-nail/
