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[title] => Forget
[time] => 2011-10-31 01:03:02
[hometext] => Written by myself, Damian Spohr. This is a poem about the hardships of life after witnessing the suicidal death of one close to you. It runs deep in anger and mourning. It tells of the person writing killing themself to stay with their friend..
[bodytext] => They all say I'd be better to forget, But it's what I saw that they don't get I still see the bright red flash I still hear the thick, cold splash They say everything happens for a reason, Everything blooms in it's season But how do I open to the world This secret makes my petrels stay furled The crash, the flash of red Hanging lost, above the bed Your face I see as you turn to me Your silent scream brings to knee Why leave me alone in this world of depression, They all smile till i make the confession They killed her cold, day by day Until she had no choice The noose was tight, The rope bound To world of purity, to the light Maybe then they will not going The crash, the flash of red Hanging lost, above the bed Your face I see as you turn to me Your silent scream brings to knee And though they all say to forget They have not seen and do not get Those sunken eyes, hollow and black The forced grin of your final, deathly leer They say you only live once You took that away You swung to a tune no one could play And left me alone in the darkness to pay I close my eyes, but sleep never comes, Just that picture of you slung in blood Sunken, cold, dead to the world No not the world, just only me Now the darkness comes to greet Under he comes for me to meet Through his darkness there Is light And all that is there is what you want I write the note I set the rope, as darkness turns to friend My conscience does stop to gloat But my love, this is my end. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 899 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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