Suicide hour
"Four o'clock is the hour of suicides"
What hour is the hour
Of people who devour
That little joyful ride
Of comitting suicide
Sitting with a hollow
Casting a dark shadow
Staring throughout emptyness
For hours that are countless
Checking out the height
Lose thoughts to the night
Looking at your wrists
Picture that there slit
Writing, drawing, painting
Creative contemplaiting
The artist freed from his lock
At an early four o'clock.
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