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Array ( [sid] => 51798 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Razor, Pills...Answer [time] => 2004-06-13 23:05:28 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The razor, so close...
tempting, taunting...

pleading
with
me.

And it terrifies me,
the things I could do.
This suicidal me,
can you erase me too?

And I want your pain to end,
I'd do anything for you to be free;
free of me.
Let's keep you from this dead end.

Crimson answer,
tender pain.
Stretching tendon,
scarred, stretched, again.
It's been so long,
like tender friends we parted.
And I dream of the day
that this path first started.

Hand me the razor
or hand me the pills;
hand me the answer,
to save me 'til pain stills.

SCREAM IN THE HORROR,
THIS AWFUL TERROR.
Open wound, stilled pain;
it terrifies me once again.

As I imagine this crimson strain
floating before my eyes,
I hear in some other time
your tempting, echoing lies.
And I dance in the dreams of pain
that tie me to this earth.
And I long for the ties that bind me
to release me of false worth.

Hand me the razor
or hand me the pills;
hand me the answer,
to save me 'til pain stills.

And the moment soon approaches
where all shall be set free.
I'll float away in this sordid tale
of all that was once me.
I'll watch as the blood flow increases,
soaking my hand, dripping to the sheet.
I'll look until my eyesight fades,
do you understand, someday we'll meet.

But if you hand me the razor,
or hand me the pills;
I'll find me an answer,
that my heartbeat stills. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 36 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Razor, Pills...Answer

Contributed by waos on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 11:05:28 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

The razor, so close...
tempting, taunting...

pleading
with
me.

And it terrifies me,
the things I could do.
This suicidal me,
can you erase me too?

And I want your pain to end,
I'd do anything for you to be free;
free of me.
Let's keep you from this dead end.

Crimson answer,
tender pain.
Stretching tendon,
scarred, stretched, again.
It's been so long,
like tender friends we parted.
And I dream of the day
that this path first started.

Hand me the razor
or hand me the pills;
hand me the answer,
to save me 'til pain stills.

SCREAM IN THE HORROR,
THIS AWFUL TERROR.
Open wound, stilled pain;
it terrifies me once again.

As I imagine this crimson strain
floating before my eyes,
I hear in some other time
your tempting, echoing lies.
And I dance in the dreams of pain
that tie me to this earth.
And I long for the ties that bind me
to release me of false worth.

Hand me the razor
or hand me the pills;
hand me the answer,
to save me 'til pain stills.

And the moment soon approaches
where all shall be set free.
I'll float away in this sordid tale
of all that was once me.
I'll watch as the blood flow increases,
soaking my hand, dripping to the sheet.
I'll look until my eyesight fades,
do you understand, someday we'll meet.

But if you hand me the razor,
or hand me the pills;
I'll find me an answer,
that my heartbeat stills.

Copyright © waos ... [ 2004-06-13 23:05:28]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Razor, Pills...Answer (User Rating: 1 )
by Living_In_My_Dream on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 11:10:37 PM AEST
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WOW, I loved this...I to am a cutter..I have tried killing myself...it sux even for me to have the thought...but youll get through this...I hope everything gets better in your life...
keep it up keep it coming...
read and comment my stuff if you want, I'd love to hear what you think...
much love,
Dani

Re: Razor, Pills...Answer (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 11:32:03 PM AEST
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wow I like how u made it out that razor and pills were the answer never quite thought of it that way before. I hope u know that their NOT the answer in any case this was an awesome poem.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Razor, Pills...Answer (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 09:14:08 AM AEST
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powerful poem......well done to you

pixie xx

Re: Razor, Pills...Answer (User Rating: 1 )
by Pyrofungus on Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 04:14:58 PM AEST
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wow....! powerful as the devil himself! dude I went through the same thing...anything to rid me of the pain and reality that I was in...smoking, drinking, poppin pills, the razor was a good friend...

please comment on my work too
Summer

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