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A Window Of Opportunity

Contributed by Pats4eva7 on Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 11:27:40 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I can feel the poison course,
As it moves throughout my veins.
Pumping me with deadly toxins,
Causing so much inner pain.

The only release I feel,
Is offered by my blade.
As it slices, the blood trickles,
And the hurt begins to fade.

But once the bleeding's over,
My soul starts to break.
How many times do I have to cut,
How many scars is it going to take?

So I rip apart my flesh,
In search of that vein in blue.
If I cant end this torture,
I dont know what im going to do.

But ive found that blue ribbon,
The one that contains my liquid life.
My sadness will soon end,
A standing ovation towards my knife.

Im lying on the floor,
As the blood begins to pool.
I start to drift away,
But before I go I thank my tool.

My eyes become more heavy,
As I take my final breath.
Happiness comes over me,
As im falling in love with sweet Death.

In the distances there's a portal,
A vortex filled with light.
As I get more near,
There's someone in sight.

A figure made of sun,
I cannot see His face.
This aura of Heaven,
Is now my homely place.

All the scars have disappeared,
My heart no longer breaks.
As im drifting into peace,
Im cured of all my bruises and aches.

Ive sprouted wings of gold,
As a halo rises above my head.
Tears of joy stream down my face,
As all my fears have fled.

But something grabbed a hold of me,
And ripped the wings right from my back.
I felt all the pain rush back to me,
I felt my life begin to crack.

My halo turned to horns,
While the tears begin to flow.
I just dont understand,
Why has He let me go?

I plummet back to earth,
Or shall I call it hell.
I can see my lifeless body,
Im returning to my jail cell.

I find myself in wake,
Still, with knife in hand.
My tears fall uncontrolably,
Because I know that I am damned.

God had this planned,
As punishment for my sin.
If I shall take my life,
I'll forever be lost within.




Copyright © Pats4eva7 ... [ 2005-03-16 11:27:40]
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Re: A Window Of Opportunity (User Rating: 1 )
by unrestrained19 on Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 12:55:10 PM AEST
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wow...this was simply amazing...i am speechless...i really loved it...i have more so much i want to type...there were so many lines i loved its hard to pick my favorite but i will try...
But ive found that blue ribbon,
The one that contains my liquid life.
My sadness will soon end,
A standing ovation towards my knife.

Im lying on the floor,
As the blood begins to pool.
I start to drift away,
But before I go I thank my tool.

My eyes become more heavy,
As I take my final breath.
Happiness comes over me,
As im falling in love with sweet Death.
ok that was more then one but i just wanted you to know how much i loved your poem!!!




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