Lying on this cold pavement

Looking at these red tears falling from

Your wrists.


Your conscience is your mouth

But it speaks silent.


My eyes witness nothing

But the carcass that rests

On this plain pavement that

Holds it with care.


I am the one who preys on

The weak minded, I'm the one

Who'll hurt you softly.

They'd come to me when

The tension was high.


I am your second Mother.

Murder is my Husband.

Genocide is my daughter

and Homicide is my son.



Hello i'm Mrs. Suicide, and

I'LL! be waiting for my

Next child.