Array ( [sid] => 183079 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Last Rites [time] => 2016-05-12 00:10:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I can still hear your voice
as you are saying you love me
as I lay on the bed
fading
but remembering how it use to be,
there was no way I could have known
you were pretending
and
that soon you would be gone.

Trying to manage my depression
as I am slowly losing control
when I felt the rope loosen
I knew I missed my window,
so now I meditate and self medicate
while the emotional torture that is you
keeps causing me pain.

I feel like the hulk
all I want to do is smash things
how could I have been so blind
not to see what was happening,
the script has been flipped
I now have thoughts of chasing
feels like I am at camp crystal lake
and I am Jason.

It is gonna take me time
to get over you
still got these memories
of the things that we use to do,
as passions fade a way I pull out a crucifix
every time I get weak
and
I think of kissing your lips.

I can now afford the luxury of exposing everything
last rites have been given
can you hear the church bells ring?
I am coming to you live
from my funeral
I am already dead
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Last Rites
Date: Thursday, 12th May 2016 @ 12:10:24 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
I can still hear your voice
as you are saying you love me
as I lay on the bed
fading
but remembering how it use to be,
there was no way I could have known
you were pretending
and
that soon you would be gone.

Trying to manage my depression
as I am slowly losing control
when I felt the rope loosen
I knew I missed my window,
so now I meditate and self medicate
while the emotional torture that is you
keeps causing me pain.

I feel like the hulk
all I want to do is smash things
how could I have been so blind
not to see what was happening,
the script has been flipped
I now have thoughts of chasing
feels like I am at camp crystal lake
and I am Jason.

It is gonna take me time
to get over you
still got these memories
of the things that we use to do,
as passions fade a way I pull out a crucifix
every time I get weak
and
I think of kissing your lips.

I can now afford the luxury of exposing everything
last rites have been given
can you hear the church bells ring?
I am coming to you live
from my funeral
I am already dead
and you can not hurt me anymore.

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