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Tiles Over the Six Feet Under
Contributed by
MandiLee
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Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 07:18:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Blood trickles down from his lips
beading down, and splashing on the floor
guilt filling his eyes
doubt runs through his veins into his
trembling hands.
The blood now mixed with tears
His is faced with the death
He once mocked.
This bathroom floor, now his grave
The mirror his tombstone
with the words, "I'm sorry"
Simply put, written in red
He knew the mistakes he made,
Would come back for him
Yet, he'd never imagine
This to be his fate.
Goodnight.
Copyright ©
MandiLee
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2006-12-15 07:18:37]
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Re: Tiles Over the Six Feet Under
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by EddieDean on
Sunday, 17th December 2006 @ 02:02:14 PM AEST
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Wow, so short and sad. I can see whats happening in my imagination, see him ending his life looking at his blood hit the floor. It makes me shudder. Suicide is never a solution, ever.
Good work Mandi.
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Re: Tiles Over the Six Feet Under
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by RLSS on
Wednesday, 20th December 2006 @ 07:49:30 PM AEST
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| Death as an escape from pain- tragic and disastrous, both captured here. |
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Re: Tiles Over the Six Feet Under
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by emystar on
Thursday, 8th March 2007 @ 07:27:09 PM AEST
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Very sad but real as life.
Awesome writing.
big huggs,
emy |
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