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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death
[time] => 2004-09-26 16:49:02
[hometext] => One of my best.
[bodytext] => I lie dying on the floor thinking About what has led to this time. My life slowly and gradually sinking Into oblivion, this is no time to whine. First it was my father, constantly berating Always pestering, aggravating, hating. I had been to the bottom, and back. But understanding I still did lack. Naught could satiate his intense fury. Until the lines became blurry. I both hated and loved him, For being my father. He did nothing my love to win, Could scarcely spare some water To soothe my parched throat Dry from my passionate anger. He would stand and gloat, To scorn and hurt I am no stranger. Then it became the world, Full of evil boys and girls And also men and women Hating, berating, scathing my religion Yet through it all I came without much *****. And finally it was myself. My sin, my emptiness That pushed me over that thin ledge called sadness Into the black depths of despair So now this is my escape from there. To die and leave this cold, cruel world full of evil. My body going through its throes of upheaval As I ascend through this mortal realm Into the undying, my soul at the helm. I dont think one will miss me on that earth. It seemed all were against me since my birth. My birth was a shame too great for the world to bear That is why I am dead, no longer it to fear. Mesmerized with the ranks of the souls of the dead. Incapable of second chances, all filled with dread. I am scared also, what will He say? Did I make the most of every day? I was a good person... not given to lies... BUT HE WHO LIED ONCE SHALL FOREVER DIE!!! No escape now, only death and destruction Hell pulling me in with its unavoidable suction. Life was not really so bad, think of all the time I had To believe in the Son, to truly love the Three-in-One. No cheating death... no second chances. I am the object of detestful glances. And thats how this dark poem will end. Hopefully a message of "try again" it will send. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 36 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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