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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Stroll
[time] => 2006-11-11 01:24:25
[hometext] => might be disturbing to some readers...not meant for younger eyes
[bodytext] => Darkness cloaks my heart and conceals my soul; Can’t dig myself from out of this black hole. I don’t want to stay in love with my sorrow, Afraid of what will come for me tomorrow. Who am I without this overwhelming sadness? To be anything but depressed is just madness. I keep losing my feet on the ground, Waiting till the day I drowned. How did I get to such a dark place? How did I become such a disgrace? Just a few more pills and another glass of wine, A death sentence of my own strategic design. I hope for the reaper to come visit me, To just break me and set me free. Let the blackness wrap his arms around me. Please answer my cries, answer my plea. Just end my suffering please end this pain, Throw the rest of this life down the drain. Spiraling downward, I’ve lost all my control, Lord of death take me for a stroll. Swallow it down, slash through this vain now, I want to fall asleep before the blood will show. I feel the cold embrace of my endless sleep, Too late to save her, she’s in too deep. My first moment of clarity, for once pure bliss, To feel the chill on my lips from death’s kiss. Laid out on the floor they’ll find me at dawn, Don’t miss me; don’t cry because I’m gone. I haven’t left, just went to a place I could be happy; A place with no fear a place where I’m free. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Shadows_In_The_Darkness [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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