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Choking
Contributed by
afraid_of_fear
on
Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 05:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Frustration seeps through my veins
Deep under my skin
Cut, slash, slit, scratch
Let the blood drip out
Let the blood pour down
Drip drip
And the taste of pure delight
Fills my mouth
And crimson froth begins to appear
And my eyes glaze over with fatigue
As hatred clouds my mind
Hatred of life, tiredness of my life, weakness from living
Scream, choke, cry in ecstasy
As the blood trickles down my chin
Fulfilling my every desire
As I choke to death upon my own life
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afraid_of_fear
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2003-09-02 05:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Choking
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 11:54:51 AM AEST (User
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My dear....you will never choke as long as you keep on writing what it is you feel inside.
This poem speaks volumes for what it is you're enduring and only in time will it get better. Keep on writing,and share your pain with friends.And we'll keep you alive! Promise!
Angel always...godspeed my friend! joni 0:-)
By the way....Excellent visuals!!! :-) |
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Re: Choking
(User Rating: 1 ) by jaeann on
Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 01:00:59 PM AEST (User
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i love the last line.....profound!!! |
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Re: Choking
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 07:59:12 PM AEST (User
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I loved the last line to. This was rather morbid, but I liked ne ways you described it all very well.
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Re: Choking
(User Rating: 1 ) by silent on
Sunday, 4th April 2004 @ 10:02:13 AM AEST (User
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I love your writes, they describe what plays out in my head alot. Morbid, but well written.
Silent |
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