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Array ( [sid] => 46726 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => For the Death of Me [time] => 2004-05-08 22:33:39 [hometext] => Meh...I dunno just read it or not, quit wasting time. [bodytext] => I said im not writing anymore, but who the hell cares?
For the next five minutes, anyway, im not going anywhere.
Hehehe--hear that laugh? Thats maniacal,
But look at my face and you'll know im suicidal.
but dont worry about me, my last breath wont be for a while,
unless my gas man fixes my oven dial.
there isn't even any reason for me to be this way anymore,
the life-threatening illness isnt there like before.
so who the hell am i to control my own life?
why not just give all the control surgically sharpened butcher's knife?
flip, slash, trip, fall on the floor
not even trying to be hardcore anymore.
just trying to get through this hell,
maybe a couple times on that kiss and tell.
damn, who knows how messed up i am?
maybe one person, the one who supplies the perfect plan.
dig deep into my brain and drain out the pain,
then stain the empty vessel, that you call "sane".
Laugh at my futile attempt to be like you,
but dont forget that when i start life anew,
you could be me, and i could be you.
aren't you jealous of me right now?
of course not, i'm the one you disavow.
I'm the one you love, but hate in public,
alone we kiss, but with people, you dropkick.
thats ok, my sights gone greay, so stay away.
and to your dismay, portray me as the devil on "the lord's day"
haha you love me, you know you do.
but you wont truly know until this is all through.
then i'll be the one everybody loves,
and i wont hold a grudge, you wont be deprived of
the perfectly flawed creature that is me.
and once again, you and I will become "we" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 13 [informant] => BinkCaesar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 40 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

For the Death of Me

Contributed by BinkCaesar on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 10:33:39 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I said im not writing anymore, but who the hell cares?
For the next five minutes, anyway, im not going anywhere.
Hehehe--hear that laugh? Thats maniacal,
But look at my face and you'll know im suicidal.
but dont worry about me, my last breath wont be for a while,
unless my gas man fixes my oven dial.
there isn't even any reason for me to be this way anymore,
the life-threatening illness isnt there like before.
so who the hell am i to control my own life?
why not just give all the control surgically sharpened butcher's knife?
flip, slash, trip, fall on the floor
not even trying to be hardcore anymore.
just trying to get through this hell,
maybe a couple times on that kiss and tell.
damn, who knows how messed up i am?
maybe one person, the one who supplies the perfect plan.
dig deep into my brain and drain out the pain,
then stain the empty vessel, that you call "sane".
Laugh at my futile attempt to be like you,
but dont forget that when i start life anew,
you could be me, and i could be you.
aren't you jealous of me right now?
of course not, i'm the one you disavow.
I'm the one you love, but hate in public,
alone we kiss, but with people, you dropkick.
thats ok, my sights gone greay, so stay away.
and to your dismay, portray me as the devil on "the lord's day"
haha you love me, you know you do.
but you wont truly know until this is all through.
then i'll be the one everybody loves,
and i wont hold a grudge, you wont be deprived of
the perfectly flawed creature that is me.
and once again, you and I will become "we"

Copyright © BinkCaesar ... [ 2004-05-08 22:33:39]
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Re: For the Death of Me (User Rating: 1 )
by TheSchroedmeister on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 10:44:43 PM AEST
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I can feel the speaker's pain, and it is clear that it runs deep. A very emotional and stunning read. Thank you for this dark insight into a troubled one's soul

Re: For the Death of Me (User Rating: 1 )
by SuperAsh16 on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 02:42:07 AM AEST
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i am in awe. great write. ::claps::

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