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Contributed by
sidra
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Sunday, 29th February 2004 @ 11:33:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I wish I was inspired
to recant my feelings and desires
to touch the passionate fire,
its those flames that keep me alive.
I dwell upon callous failures
cringing at the thought of rapture
aching with pain there after
that life denied me.
That forlorn moon ascends to twilight
casting an eerie glow to night life
And I wonder if tonight might
be a good time to die.
And the withered embers choke
while I bask in the rotten smoke
praying that I will not be provoked
to take that noose, and caress my neck.
Its a pathetic sight, really
for my life has been too easy
but when I take for granted
this burdensome gift called existence
and I have lost the will of persistence
then I will waste your time no more
One last breath, I drop to the floor
Copyright ©
sidra
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2004-02-29 11:33:14]
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Re: unknown
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by lil_angel on
Sunday, 29th February 2004 @ 12:52:40 PM AEST
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| This is really good! I hope you find the hope to go on! |
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