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The End
written by Canadianbacon96706:35 PM 4/20/05It comes swiftly
Like a flash flood
A bitter-sweet knife comes down
Strewn childrens with blood
From the souls that I have killed,
With every breath I take,
I remember the faces
Their lives went unfulfilled
Im just about to take my own life
for all the wrong I have done
shall I use a knife, a blade?
Or should I use a gun?
My soul is battered and torn
Contemplating death and Suicide
Im left hear to sit and mourn
My own death and the thought of
my own hell
The knife goes down
Apon my wrists tearing through the flesh
Blood oozes out i think I may drown
In my own struggle, my own thresh
Down I go
Where else to go
But to The Devils Lair
With no time left
I need a prayer
For in Hell no one will spare me
Satan's tourcher is a garantee
My soul is battered and torn
All is lost,
And now Im sick and dead
Nothing good has come from this
except the floor is now a shade of red
this eternal stain I've left..
shall be my final resting bed..
all is lost
but there is no cause for dread..
for the only thing that has come from this..
is the floor is now a lovely shade of red..
upon this eternal stain I've left..
shall be my final resting bed... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I was going through my hardcore phase =( I am ashamed
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| » Comments / Feedback | by blackpheonix (4-20-2005 - 07:18 PM)
| wow that was sad. But really good. you rock! |
by X_Black_Roses_X (4-22-2005 - 06:13 AM)
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