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the death of me
Contributed by
loopylou
on
Tuesday, 9th December 2003 @ 08:22:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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these haunted hands
that took my life
the ones that gripped so hard to the knife
the ones on which the blood did spill
the ones on which helped my mouth swallow the pills
my blood sticks to my hands like crimson glue
its just another reminder for my eyes I'm dead
but my eyes already knew
they were the look out for my hands
my hands partner in crime
my eyes focusing on my wrists
as they let themselves be cut with that sharp knife
as my eyes watched with not a tear to wipe
as my hands were busy killing
my wrist were busy laying deadly still
as my blood was busy spilling
my mouth praises my body for team work
gloating it hadn't of worked so well if it hadn't of so cunningly swallowed the pills
my acid tears angryly remind my mouth
they sacrificed themselves to be water
to wash them down
my legs laughing how they collasped as I hit the ground
how was I suppose to prevent the death of me?
when my whole body was working against me?
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loopylou
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2003-12-09 08:22:54]
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Re: the death of me
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by PhantomVampyress on
Tuesday, 9th December 2003 @ 12:16:59 PM AEST
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I like how you used your hands as against you in this poem.. I think this is a really good write.. even if it was not about you .. you can feel that someone wanted to die and was already dead.. good Poem!!
Peace and JOY
JENNA |
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