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Nothing More
Contributed by
crimson_purity
on
Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 11:23:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Skin tight with ambition, anticipation
My cold hands grasping the neck of an old friend
Striking violently. Repetitive motion.
Takes too much time to persuade
The crimson fluid to come and play
It clings to my arm like two reunited lovers
More than obsession or routine
Pure passion perverting my devotion
Carried on a surge of emotion
Numbed as my fingertips run through the wound
A slight tingle can be felt, nothing more
Label me what I am, nothing more
A whole person defines by the dried blood on razor blades,
Nothing more.
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2005-07-02 11:23:25]
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Re: Nothing More
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by Janie on
Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 11:50:23 AM AEST
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| This poem is great. It is pure, raw emotion. It is as if you recorded your thoughts during that time and wrote them down with wonderful wording. Keep on writing- poetry so pure is hard to come by. |
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Re: Nothing More
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by Fionndruinne on
Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 04:59:35 PM AEST
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Very emotional, and well-written. It's grim and rather sad, I am glad it's how is used to be.
Blessings.
Andrew |
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