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Valentine suicide
written by Genocide Reaper11:10 PM 2/9/05Watch the kids crowd around. Like metal to a magnet, they are soldiers of suicide. Surrounding this work of death and disorder. See it? The mass of manipulated boys and girls, wrist slitting, cliche fitting, once abused, lacking love, filled to the brim with hate. Nothing left, but a cold harsh, suicidal fate. They say they love you. I say I don't care. Its the truth. No matter how hard you stare. It won't change a thing, even if you got lucky, and was given a ring. Do you really think it would be worth the pain? Too late, I can already here the death bell start to ring. A crowd of confused children, gathering in the courtyard, suicidal slaves. Bent to whims that are not their own. Left with nothing but dirt and a frown. Ashes to Ashes, and fuck you all. Dust to dust. Back to the beginning we go that is because it is just. Plead with your lover, not leave. Far much more persuasion you do need. Now you begin to bleed. Lost, broken, nothing to lose, just a life, that doesn't really exist, just a life that doesn't mean piss. Take a look, we can sit upon my balcony babe, watching the dreams die, we can watch all of the suicide. A tub over flowing with vivid crimson blood. Another skull penetrated by hot lead, leaving brains all over the floor. Left dead, in a crimson pool. Just another kid that fell in love and eventually came to find, he had played the fool. |
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» Comments / Feedback | by idontbelieve (2-9-2005 - 11:15 PM)
ur poems are always os powerfu land so good im glad i can see what u write its always amazing |
by Bloody Tears (2-9-2005 - 11:30 PM)
your poems are confusing to understand but i do its cuz i can really relate!*bravo* |
by TearsOfBetrayal (2-10-2005 - 12:24 AM)
very true, Love your style... Like your perspective on things |
by depressed_angel (2-12-2005 - 04:54 AM)
that was very good ur an amasing pome wrighter i love the way u think |
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