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Autopilot
Contributed by
brokenheartsbleed
on
Saturday, 7th July 2007 @ 10:43:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Autopilot
He is breathing
But not alive
He is on autopilot
Hes finally snapped
They got to him
I dont think hell come back
And that blank stare
Is all he has
With that plastic smile
Hes such a wreck
But they wont know
Never have a clue
Autopilot Off
Scared and running
Never right
Hes never right
Not good enough
The pressure builds
Its over taking
Feeling nauseous
He looks sick
Someone catch him
Blacking out
Its all so dark
Hes not breathing
Whats that light
I feel so cold
Im coming home
End Transmission
We need an ambulance
I think his heart stopped
And hes not breathing
Stand clear
Shock his heart
We just lost him
Someone has to tell them
I cant do it
They looked so scared
Im sorry he didnt make it
If theres anything I can do
Please let me know
Aftermath
And today we gather
Here we send him off
Do not cry he is going home
One last look
Cold and pale
Close the casket
Over
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2007-07-07 10:43:33]
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Re: Autopilot
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by deadheadpoet on
Monday, 9th July 2007 @ 06:29:40 AM AEST
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Interesting little write there, very intense and matter of fact. Death slapped me right in the face at the end. Good write. I like how you set it all up.
Peace,
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