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Array ( [sid] => 12174 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Poets Twisted Mind [time] => 2003-02-08 08:00:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Razor blades
Caress
The pain
Away

Pills
Never seem
To go down
Right

Guns
Are so hard to get
Just
To kill yourself with

Knifes
They cut away
Every
And all insecurities

I sound
Like
A professer of suicide
Well
Ain't it great
It finely paid off

And I
Never push down
With the razor
Never had the courage
Just grazed it against
My wrist
And thought
It was great

I never
Had the stregthen
To kill myself
Only
Many failed attempts

It became a game
To see
How many new ways
I could think up
In my twisted
Twisted
Little mind

Oh
Don't write
How it made you cry
Or
How depressing
This is
Or
Twisted
Or
Whatever
Its words from the poet

All the good ones
Die
Kill themselves
Head
In the stove
Overdose

Poets
Last words
A sonnet
For you
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ml02 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Poets Twisted Mind

Contributed by ml02 on Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Razor blades
Caress
The pain
Away

Pills
Never seem
To go down
Right

Guns
Are so hard to get
Just
To kill yourself with

Knifes
They cut away
Every
And all insecurities

I sound
Like
A professer of suicide
Well
Ain't it great
It finely paid off

And I
Never push down
With the razor
Never had the courage
Just grazed it against
My wrist
And thought
It was great

I never
Had the stregthen
To kill myself
Only
Many failed attempts

It became a game
To see
How many new ways
I could think up
In my twisted
Twisted
Little mind

Oh
Don't write
How it made you cry
Or
How depressing
This is
Or
Twisted
Or
Whatever
Its words from the poet

All the good ones
Die
Kill themselves
Head
In the stove
Overdose

Poets
Last words
A sonnet
For you




Copyright © ml02 ... [ 2003-02-08 08:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Poets Twisted Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by Dani on Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 11:44:53 AM AEST
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"All the good ones die" is this because death makes the poet?? good write ml02... lots to think about in this one!




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