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[aid] => mick
[title] => Unmarked Headstone
[time] => 2003-12-10 06:20:28
[hometext] => The first real poem I did, it is probably about eight or nine years old. Try to be kind.
[bodytext] => Ravens circle overhead They glance about with wings spread Sad music fills the air I'm gone for good, it's just not fair Loved ones mourn my departure Tears soak the ground in torture My body lies right below me I can see my poor twisted destiny The afterlife beckons for my soul But I haven't yet achieved life's goal Column of light draws me near A strange calmness interrupts my fear If they wish to visit me The unmarked headstone's where i'll be Lay some roses at the sight Long thorny roses, black as night I tried to die with dignity Having lost my entire family Mired in a deep depression I wander around, consumed with obsession So much to see, left to do I look at happy faces and think 'me too' I've never seen a dead man cry I'm dead to emotion, that's no lie The sun sets on the cemetery Everyone's at home getting over me Dead and forgotten like the rest I'm now simply oblivion's guest Darkness draws the sunshine in With swift eclipse-like consumption My thought pattern quickly races As I stare at the blank and empty faces What i'd do to again be alive I'd do anything just to survive But just shut the lid and bury me And remember that the unmarked headstone is where i'll be [comments] => 5 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Vitreous_Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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