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Valentine suicide (story)
written by Genocide Reaper07:55 PM 2/14/05A cool breeze flowed across the grassy plains. In a remote area, what it began to rain. There was some one laying in the middle of the field. A person that had dropped there defense, left without a protective shield. Stumbling, laughing, carelessly dancing came a young woman. Following her foot steps over the ground that was now starting to become drenched. She tripped over a shallow little ditch. The poor, clumsily little bitch. Then she had this angst like itch. She looked down as she picked herself up. Some how over looking the two bodies they lay within the place she had tripped. She was now Brushing off all of the dirt. She caught a glimpse of something and blinked. She looked upon her right side, to a lone White oak standing like a giant stone. Hanging by a branch was a rope that let down to a noose, dangling from the end was a man with a note in his shirt pocket. Off she went, shocked, as she trotted. Walking towards the man that danced in the wind she picked the note from his pocket, she opened the note and found this poem.
Love Iv had.
And love Iv lost.
For it was my love, with another I had stumbled across.
Her and he, were in the loft.
Rolling, and sweating, fucking and betraying.
She had now killed all of my trust.
Overwhelmed with utter disgust.
I was overly appalled by her lust.
In my emotional trauma, and mental state.
I picked up a nearby pitch fork.
Expressing them both my broken hearted hate.
She screamed as the points went into the bastards back!
She pleaded just before I revealed upon her it was mercy I lacked.
They both lay dieing, with more holes in them than I could count.
So I decided out of pure rage, I would give them another whack.
I cut them no slack as I punctured them again.
They felt severe pain, and lay dead in front of me, as outside it began to rain.
Covered in blood, and walking out into the mud.
I couldn't believe what she had done, and that they were actually dead and gone.
Without anything to fall back on, and spending all of my savings on a wedding ring.
One specially made for my once, Angel with wings.
I knotted a rope, and came to this tree were we once kissed.
Threw it over the branch where we would watch the sun set.
Out of love, I hung myself.
This is my valentine's suicide.
This is my life that went dark.
On a day that was once bright as a fresh spark.
So now I'm dead, and in this tree where I found love.
I will decompose and allow the buzzards to eat my innards.
I pray that I am forgiven by God in the Heaven above.
Because I just wanted to be loved. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by psychopathicmonkey (2-14-2005 - 08:04 PM)
by (guest) (2-14-2005 - 08:10 PM)
| wow thats crazy i hope whoever wrote this is good in life and goo dluck with your love relationship and god bless you |
by kinkygirl (2-14-2005 - 08:38 PM)
| wow thats like really really good |
by Fallen_Before (2-14-2005 - 10:36 PM)
| thats amazing...i love the last line |
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