i cant take this …

i cant take this feeling of my success…i see blood.
i see my own blood…
would  there be any blood ?
which way am i taking?

am i going to use a rope to tie my problems..?
a poet once said "problems are programmes for progress"
surely my programmes are useless…
my heart is careless for my mind is thoughtless…
rite now death to me is a prettygirl , i cant let her pass me by with that exposing red dress…

which way am i taking?
am i going to treat myself like a rat on my last day?
am i going to order that pizza and put 3 step galazi(rat poison) on my take away?
well everyone thinks im a rat…oh and atleast il die fat …lying on my mothrs carpet…

i cant take this thought of self murder,
or maybe self-attempted-brutal murder…
i aint crossing this border… im taking my life further…

as they say "no matter the weather"
cosman will live forever…