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Dead
Contributed by
ml02
on
Friday, 6th September 2002 @ 11:49:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Jagged glass
Cuts deep
Through bloody wrist
Senesitive
To pain.
Ducktape
Traps in the screams
And holds in
Each last breath.
Sheets
VIrginal white
Stained now with blood
As we lay dying.
Wrist slit
A slow
And silent death
Taking to long
So BANG
A bullet
In the head
Dead.
Dead
Door opens
Screams
Momma's
Little boy is lyin'
Dead
Killed himself
Ain't a pretty site
Is it
Momma?
Copyright ©
ml02
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2002-09-06 11:49:18]
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Re: Dead
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 7th September 2002 @ 05:39:31 AM AEST
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wow! How perfectly morid and cruel. I must say I like this poem. except the last 3 lines are a little brutal. I like the description u put in this poem. Keep it up.
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