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Drifting

Contributed by Arius-Inues on Friday, 5th November 2004 @ 08:38:43 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



In my room I wonder why,
Do I feel the need to cry,
And in my room I ponder this,
When something inside begins to hiss,
"You know no one loves",
There are no doves,
Life seems to shrink,
Thats all I can think,
Death looks great,
The hour is late,
My rusty razors are looking good,
Near someone dressed in a hood,
They have a sickle,
And the blood begins to trickle,
From my arm and to the floor,
There is a hard knock at the door,
It swings open,
Someone who cares I'm hopin',
Jeering laughter from a spirit,
And only I can hear it,
Falling to the floor I lie,
Wioshins and praying that I would die,
So I cut deeper,
And call the reaper,
My like flashes in my mind,
And another day I will not find,
I have forsaken my life,
With a sharpened knife,
Tumbling down darkened stairs,
Now I know that no one cares,
As my pain is currentely up-lifting,
I know in my heart that my soul will be eternaly drifting.


*please read and review*




Copyright © Arius-Inues ... [ 2004-11-05 08:38:43]
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Re: Drifting (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 5th November 2004 @ 08:40:53 AM AEST
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well i thought that was very well put together, great rhyming and flow, just sorry that you feel like this,

takecare,
pixie xx


Re: Drifting (User Rating: 1 )
by bonita2689 on Friday, 5th November 2004 @ 09:01:23 AM AEST
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awesome awesome poem... I love these lines

So I cut deeper,
And call the reaper

great job


Re: Drifting (User Rating: 1 )
by happybunnyfan on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 01:59:23 AM AEST
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great write. i really can relate to that.
i loved it




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