• He's dying from the pain of heart,
    the bullet to his head.


    He's so eager for the dead,
    to be so much more instead.



    The crumpled pieces in his chest,
    that used to be his heart,
    Stay thumping on for one more breath,
    He knew it from the start.



    He pulled the trigger,
    tightened his eyes,
    he watched his life
    pass before he died.



    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    She has the knife to her chest,
    She's ready for the kill.


    The blood reflects the almost left,
    So depressed is how she feels.



    Young Miss Juliet Jr.

    ,
    With oh so bitter sorrow,
    plays her play part like the play,
    and plays with sweet surrender.



    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    He ties the rope around his neck,
    hangs it from the tree.


    He stands atop the platform,
    The puller of the lever
    is not his enemy.



    She takes her knife,
    slashes the rope.


    As it falls down in shreds
    He was able to save his life,
    All because he had friends.