All the Beautiful Colours
Pretty pink doilies stained with black toxic filth.
I have left my bloodstains on your
light creme carpet and across your beige loveseat.
Wiping my wrists and watching the crimson bloom.
I lay here, helpless and hypnotized by the flow
of the river from my arms and
out and over into the valley of death.
Black balloons and party favors to
mark the day.
Happy demise with a joy filled heart.