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[title] => Death Is Going to Be a Beautiful Thing
[time] => 2010-02-23 09:23:07
[hometext] => The words Vivienne Loomis wrote on her bathroom mirror before she hung herself.......death is going to be a beautiful thing.
[bodytext] => I've known I'm not normal I'm not particularly afraid to die It diisturbs many people, they can't understand why. This life I live is entirely mine although it's not really well lived Death is going to be a beautiful thing. Life isn't special, everyone gets a chance To mess up, to fix up, this lonely dance. But mine has had a drop in value, a point where I've stopped caring. Life is ugly, brutal, and dark but death is going to be a beautiful thing. To say goodbye and drift away Blissful in the rest ahead, that great unknown vast universe Those living cannot comprehend, The lovely dark end has become my new best friend. Death is going to be a beautiful thing. Life is full of regret, mistakes, and sleeping. Sleeping, life's imitation of death, imperfect with riddled images, your life passing away. Away, the path I wish to follow out of my sorry existence. I keep hanging on, onto what exactly, the truth is hard to find, the pathetic fantasies are blown off. Off, off my feet, onto the ground, spine crackling as I roll into oncoming traffic. An untimely end, to those who surround That final slap in the face, suicide. A speeding bullet to the head, exploding out and the gore spreads. The bottle of pills, swallowed whole, Screams echoed, the graduation stole, that lays aside, never used. A rope slung around the neck, pulled as tight as strength allows. Skin takes on a discolored cast, eyes bug out hands fail to clasp. That last long shudder that creates a spasm, rips the soul, a giant chasm between your damned soul and suffering body, the thing you left behind with a single thought- death is going to be a beautiful thing. When death is more a welcome than a threat and life has become an alienated curse you must endure, surely the concept of saying goodbye one final time drifts upon the mind, especially for the impressionable empathetics that exist on this earth. The christians begging god to forgive, the athiests that scream out, I don't believe like you.... Buddhists, agnostics, evangelists, all looking for the next step, may shudder at the emotions that pressure builds up. Loneliness, frustration, growing anger. Push you, alienate you, make you wanna scream Death is going to be a beautiful thing. Slit your skin, bleed it all out, Dying with a triumphant shout. Pushing it away, letting everything go, Leaving an angry note to let them know. The words you love so much you want to sing- Death is going to be a beautiful thing. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 36 [informant] => flamingblade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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