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Array ( [sid] => 80204 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ...Because, I Wanted to see God [time] => 2005-01-17 04:02:09 [hometext] => The Tragedy of Life, The Miracle of Death, New Beginnings... all to feel and be human. First write in a couple months, so enjoy... [bodytext] => Empty my veins
On the concrete, stained
Bleed roses red, and
Violently replaced-

She sings to ease the shake
Disappointment in eyes-cried
Dry- down to the sockets
Failing beautifully-

No background noise
Just bloodied fists, broken
The walls close upon my hand
There is no faking this-

Burning a hole through the sun
With one sharp glance, glare
Dont stare!- the needles
They transfer disease- lie to me-

Make me believe
The stars arent so far, away
Out of reach, lost and forgotten
Lack of dreams-

Erase my past
Tragedy fills my lungs, too late
I have already seen life after death
I am not afraid-

The ringing in my ears
No sound, no fears, just me
Drowning in a pool, misery
And I always wanted to be your fool-

I want to see God
Shake his hand, make amends
Forgive and forgettable, lonely me
Just breath-

Just breath, another gulp of air
Choke on it, cherish it
Make it worth all the pain
Now just force it out-

Collapse and create
Life turned death, eliminate
Collapse- my demise
Create- my newest beginnings.

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...Because, I Wanted to see God

Contributed by xSlashXPrettyXSkinx on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 04:02:09 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

Empty my veins
On the concrete, stained
Bleed roses red, and
Violently replaced-

She sings to ease the shake
Disappointment in eyes-cried
Dry- down to the sockets
Failing beautifully-

No background noise
Just bloodied fists, broken
The walls close upon my hand
There is no faking this-

Burning a hole through the sun
With one sharp glance, glare
Dont stare!- the needles
They transfer disease- lie to me-

Make me believe
The stars arent so far, away
Out of reach, lost and forgotten
Lack of dreams-

Erase my past
Tragedy fills my lungs, too late
I have already seen life after death
I am not afraid-

The ringing in my ears
No sound, no fears, just me
Drowning in a pool, misery
And I always wanted to be your fool-

I want to see God
Shake his hand, make amends
Forgive and forgettable, lonely me
Just breath-

Just breath, another gulp of air
Choke on it, cherish it
Make it worth all the pain
Now just force it out-

Collapse and create
Life turned death, eliminate
Collapse- my demise
Create- my newest beginnings.

Copyright © xSlashXPrettyXSkinx ... [ 2005-01-17 04:02:09]
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Re: ...Because, I Wanted to see God (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 04:06:29 AM AEST
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Interesting write. It kept me intrigued. Nice job.

Re: ...Because, I Wanted to see God (User Rating: 1 )
by wolfman on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 01:05:31 PM AEST
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these thoughts are the ones that haunt you when you commit suicide these are the qusetions that you never got answers to and that is what set you to this action but do give in to your pain so easly you wont fine the answers that way thing always seem grim when you have questions but the answers will come in due time. just wait .

this was a good write its odd how you conveade all the thoughts and feelings of taking your life with out the pain but it still shows self strugle and the inner pain with life. very good poast again soon.

wolfman

Re: ...Because, I Wanted to see God (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 01:17:22 PM AEST
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Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.

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