A nOtE oN sUiCiDeS

she is dancing on the edge,
mystic air around,
fake smiles frolic aimlessly for food,
moves languidly near my well occupied grave,
prayers are for sinners, and I pray everyday,
distant lands remain untouched, can't they be near?
somewhere on that street I breathe,
craving for a mere laugh,
it takes a small pull for all my angst,
you can take my empty soul to ponder,
go page by page,
slice and bleed for relieving the pain,
as I lie like a mesmerized moth
near a never dying flame!