A date with Suicide

I kneeled down to the sun and I kissed her hands
They poured down her blood into my bleached skin
She said her Shakespearean cancer will mend my infection
But in her cancer I saw my reflection
And then they numbed my littered pain away

I looked into the divine eyes of the sun
She stared into the cage guarding my mortality
Her eyes were Shakespearean daggers
And they struck a raw stab into my life
But then it numbed my littered pain away

I spoke to the tempting lips of the sun
She spoke of recurring thoughts that had passed me away
Her lips were like a modern Shakespearean gun
They fired her sedating bullets into my brain
But then they numbed my littered pain away

I saw the sun far down in an abyss
She smiled the joy of the fall
Her beauty was like a Shakespearean Juliet
And I heard her loud whispers about a painless relieving sin
I asked the sun of her name
She littered my pain away and said:
Suicide