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Reflections
Contributed by
tal1989
on
Saturday, 5th August 2006 @ 05:25:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Invisible fingers massage a circular mirror, Sending ripples along it's surface. Shining with silver-blue sheen.
I see my smudged reflection, My empty figure limp of spirit, Dewdrops spilling from my eyes.
My hands silently fumble, For a thick coil of binded rope, To choke away the hate.
A single step ends the suffering, The hate and the sweet lies, My neck rips like my heart did before.
Body becomes ragdoll, My hands point down to the place you lie, Your body white with decay.
I wish I could see you, Some other way, But this way is my only escape.
We are together again, Opposite sides of the watery mirror, One above, one below.
Copyright ©
tal1989
... [
2006-08-05 17:25:52] (Date/Time posted on
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