Jacob Biehl - Nail Nail

Nail, nail, raining nails,
pins me down in a falling hail.
Blood, blood, runs down the wall,
at least now my soul won't fall.
Blade, dancing with a grin,
give me one beneath my chin.
Rope, rope, pulled real tight,
put hope round my neck tonight.

Dark mantras and books of light,
nothing puts my mind back right.
Death, death, blissful death,
come for me and take my breath.

Burn, burn, body burn,
through the fire I will learn.
River, creek, I won't wake,
when lying down in the lake.
Freeze, freeze, please, I'll freeze,
ne'er again to feel a breeze.
Poison; lethal drink,
comes quicker than my thoughts I think.

All these deaths have luring calls,
too bad I haven't got the gull.
Though ironic, won't it be,
if life doesn't abandon me?

Jacob Biehl

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