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[aid] => mick
[title] => I die with a smile on my face
[time] => 2009-03-30 01:03:33
[hometext] => Yet another of my disturbing dreams
[bodytext] => Im sitting alone in a dark room I look to the left, and i see my six year old self hanging from a street light by my neck. My body is limp and covered in blood. I look to the right and my six year old self is riding a bicycle on a sunny day. I look left again and see my 15 year old corpse, rotten and swollen with maggots. I look to the right and see my 15 year old self standing alone, not sad but not happy either. I look left again and my myself at my current age of 18 gutted and dismembered. Insane men are waving my body parts around and drinking the blood in celebration. I look right and see my 18 year old self lying in a pool of my own blood with a knife sticking out of my neck. The fake me isn't quite dead yet, as i can hear him struggling to try and breathe, which only causes blood to spurt out even faster. Everywhere i look all i see is my own death, so i close my eyes. And i see lucifer, he is not a beast but a souless man with black eyes. The images of death and horror become to much for me, so i open a drawer and pull out a pistol. I place the gun to my head and pull the trigger, splattering skull fragments and chunks of my brain all over the walls. I die with a smile on my face. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 13 [informant] => solidsnake116 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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