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Death Is Going to Be a Beautiful Thing

Contributed by flamingblade on Tuesday, 23rd February 2010 @ 09:23:07 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I've known I'm not normal
I'm not particularly afraid to die
It diisturbs many people,
they can't understand why.
This life I live is entirely mine
although it's not really well lived
Death is going to be a beautiful thing.
Life isn't special, everyone gets a chance
To mess up, to fix up, this lonely dance.
But mine has had a drop in value,
a point where I've stopped caring.
Life is ugly, brutal, and dark
but death is going to be a beautiful thing.
To say goodbye and drift away
Blissful in the rest ahead,
that great unknown vast universe
Those living cannot comprehend,
The lovely dark end has become
my new best friend.
Death is going to be a beautiful thing.
Life is full of regret, mistakes, and sleeping.
Sleeping, life's imitation of death,
imperfect with riddled images, your life
passing away.
Away, the path I wish to follow
out of my sorry existence.
I keep hanging on, onto what exactly,
the truth is hard to find,
the pathetic fantasies are blown off.
Off, off my feet, onto the ground, spine
crackling as I roll into oncoming traffic.
An untimely end, to those who surround
That final slap in the face, suicide.
A speeding bullet to the head, exploding
out and the gore spreads.
The bottle of pills, swallowed whole,
Screams echoed,
the graduation stole, that lays aside, never used.
A rope slung around the neck, pulled as
tight as strength allows.
Skin takes on a discolored cast, eyes bug out
hands fail to clasp.
That last long shudder that creates a spasm,
rips the soul, a giant chasm
between your damned soul and suffering body,
the thing you left behind with a single thought-
death is going to be a beautiful thing.
When death is more a welcome than a threat
and life has become an alienated curse you
must endure, surely the concept of saying goodbye
one final time drifts upon the mind,
especially for the impressionable empathetics that
exist on this earth.
The christians begging god to forgive,
the athiests that scream out, I don't believe like you....
Buddhists, agnostics, evangelists, all looking for the next step,
may shudder at the emotions that pressure builds up.
Loneliness, frustration, growing anger.
Push you, alienate you, make you wanna scream
Death is going to be a beautiful thing.
Slit your skin, bleed it all out,
Dying with a triumphant shout.
Pushing it away, letting everything go,
Leaving an angry note to let them know.
The words you love so much
you want to sing-
Death is going to be a beautiful thing.

Copyright © flamingblade ... [ 2010-02-23 09:23:07]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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