Thinking My Own Suicide

Eerie screeching in the woods,
The knotted twisted golden noose,
Vivid death, gloomy toons, gash, jagged wounds,
Art in the middle of the doleful fall,
Arrows driven into his now withered heart,
Hungry crows and vultures feeding on the corpse,
Bloodshotted eyes looking at the sky,
The redness around the strangled throat,
Marrow oozing from the broken bones,
Thunder roaring from the bane, birds took their flight,
Another scene filled with the shed of plight,
Luminous tainted light, bereaving fright,
From steel pipes and bats, wounds from the gat,
Mosin Nagant making paint with the lead and a splash,
Rotting target practice, B M4 making splats,
Flying amber ichor for the death trap,
Busted opened cap, exploded rat.