a poem about suicide I guess?

All is abstract 
  Blood burning 
Suicide pact 
Is still
    In tact 
Reality is aflame

Sealed by words
And by the blood 
  Of mine and my 
Best 
  Friend

In a small notebook
   Inside a drunken room 
We promise 
   And the darkness looms

Promises 
Are
  For 
     Ever

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