The suicide club tried to top themselves
with a note to top the others
like ‘I probably gave up talking to you lot
before I could even speak in my cot.’
There were a lot of dark little lines in the archives
Some that died a death and some that came alive.
Every week they met to pull off the inevitable.
Every each one seemed like the last.
Though their pain seemed so indelible
Every last second went so fast.