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Array ( [sid] => 27630 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Final Thoughts, Final Revision [time] => 2003-11-22 05:59:08 [hometext] => Who cares, anyway? [bodytext] =>
Again I sit here bleeding
Hand too weak to hold the pen
Blood and tears mix together
On the scrap of paper containing the words

As I bathe in deja vu
Finding myself in a perpetual spiral
I've scribed my final words
For the very last time

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough
For the ultimate weakness

Again I sit here crying
I go deeper this time around
Skin splinters outward
Exposing the poisoned blood

Each successive line widens further
A crescendo in red
The note is half soaked
Still barely legible

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough
For the ultimate weakness

Again I sit here writing
The works that will survive me
The only reason I continue on
Is to complete the tale

Deeper still I go
Knuckles become white with force
It flows as magma, searing and red
My inspiration for the conclusion

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough (this time)
For the ultimate weakness

The lines are drawn
Over those previously faded
I've relinquished my soul
And lost to my own weakness
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Vitreous_Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Final Thoughts, Final Revision

Contributed by Vitreous_Soul on Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 05:59:08 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide




Again I sit here bleeding
Hand too weak to hold the pen
Blood and tears mix together
On the scrap of paper containing the words

As I bathe in deja vu
Finding myself in a perpetual spiral
I've scribed my final words
For the very last time

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough
For the ultimate weakness

Again I sit here crying
I go deeper this time around
Skin splinters outward
Exposing the poisoned blood

Each successive line widens further
A crescendo in red
The note is half soaked
Still barely legible

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough
For the ultimate weakness

Again I sit here writing
The works that will survive me
The only reason I continue on
Is to complete the tale

Deeper still I go
Knuckles become white with force
It flows as magma, searing and red
My inspiration for the conclusion

The lines are drawn
The letters are in place
Am I strong enough (this time)
For the ultimate weakness

The lines are drawn
Over those previously faded
I've relinquished my soul
And lost to my own weakness




Copyright © Vitreous_Soul ... [ 2003-11-22 05:59:08]
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Re: Final Thoughts, Final Revision (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 06:44:38 AM AEST
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Dear VS,
I'm so glad you found yourself too weak, VS.
God bless you for atleast trying to write it all down. When a sadness is shared, it is cut in half, when gladness is told it is doubled! Please keep writing VS....your talent is enormous! Don't let live get you down, nor even frown....keep writing it all down!
lovingcritters
ConSue
This was a really good poem inspite of it all!


Re: Final Thoughts, Final Revision (User Rating: 1 )
by ArdRi79 on Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 02:06:26 PM AEST
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A good use of imagery I could almost feel the kiss of the blade, moving too from the previous comment, a bloody good write :P




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