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The Suicide
Contributed by
dreams
on
Saturday, 17th December 2011 @ 12:22:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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And I killed myself like this
My Blood Drenched Fingers, Holding a needle
Piercing my lip.
My neck is bent, and has a dent
In my own grip . . .
I arranged my trial, with all denial
The more I pain me, The more I go higher
And i killed myself like this
My bones are broken, in flesh are soaken
with wounds so deep
My teeth are slanted, like fangs are planted
And no one to weep .
I burned in fire, of my own ire
and your nearness and your desire
And I killed myself like this
My eyes wide open, with all hopes broken
And promises to keep
And those flesh eaters , with beaks like scissors
Tearing my cheek . . .
And I still wait . . .
For you to come . . .
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dreams
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2011-12-17 00:22:49]
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Re: The Suicide
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 5th August 2012 @ 04:04:56 AM AEST
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| Something about it makes it really moving. Really emotional writing. It's so sad though. |
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