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A depressive's binge
Contributed by
quill_and_ink
on
Sunday, 20th November 2005 @ 07:06:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Light Flickers.
Abstract shadows dance
across hardwood boards.
Sickly smell,
aching head.
Distorted images,
focus into view
home again.
Now, sober
reconstructions form.
A mosaic of
memories.
Remember,
Vodka, Gin, Brandy
a depressives binge.
But theres more...
A fight breaks,
outside. Darkness. Then,
lights, screaming, gunshots.
Now silence.
Head spinning,
steal into the night,
ravaged, elated.
Running home.
Quick inside.
Hide the gun. Good! Now
go to sleep! Dont wake
Do not wake!
But sleep fails -
and recollections,
of last night have come.
Now they cease.
Fear sets in.
Confused, frightened, scared!
It wasnt me no
It was not!
Looking down,
a red jacket. No
a blood-soaked jacket!
It cant be!
But wait! There!
A sheen of metal,
of cold hard metal
on the floor.
It is there!
Oh my god - it is
there! There on the floor!
Its the gun.
Cold dread! Tears
streaming, heart beating,
fall into darkness.
I did it
Hours pass.
Then sirens sound. Bright
lights flashing outside.
They have come.
Panic now!
What will I do? What?
Now, yelling outside.
What to do
Then, I know!
Theres only one thing
for itfeel the cool
metal - smooth
against my
head. Fingers flicker
across the trigger
must be strong.
A gunshot -
lights and voices fade.
Fall into darkness -
Then, silence!
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2005-11-20 07:06:20]
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Re: A depressive's binge
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by rinx on
Sunday, 20th November 2005 @ 12:35:02 PM AEST
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dude.... this is disturbing...... it seems so real, and scary, hope you didnt really shoot any one....
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Re: A depressive's binge
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by quill_and_ink on
Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 05:27:05 PM AEST
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| well considering that if this poem was true it would mean i was dead, i can safetly say that this poem is entirely fictional :) |
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