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Poets Twisted Mind
Contributed by
ml02
on
Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Razor blades
Caress
The pain
Away
Pills
Never seem
To go down
Right
Guns
Are so hard to get
Just
To kill yourself with
Knifes
They cut away
Every
And all insecurities
I sound
Like
A professer of suicide
Well
Ain't it great
It finely paid off
And I
Never push down
With the razor
Never had the courage
Just grazed it against
My wrist
And thought
It was great
I never
Had the stregthen
To kill myself
Only
Many failed attempts
It became a game
To see
How many new ways
I could think up
In my twisted
Twisted
Little mind
Oh
Don't write
How it made you cry
Or
How depressing
This is
Or
Twisted
Or
Whatever
Its words from the poet
All the good ones
Die
Kill themselves
Head
In the stove
Overdose
Poets
Last words
A sonnet
For you
Copyright ©
ml02
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2003-02-08 08:00:00]
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Re: Poets Twisted Mind
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by Dani on
Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 11:44:53 AM AEST
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| "All the good ones die" is this because death makes the poet?? good write ml02... lots to think about in this one! |
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