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[sid] => 23220
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Secrets To Die For
[time] => 2003-09-14 21:05:00
[hometext] => This is about a dream i had, well part of it, i only remember the end of the dream but it really stuck in my head so i decided to write about it.
[bodytext] => Surrounded by a circle of tall figures Laughing, taunting, throwing all sorts of jeers Kneeling in the middle with a syringe to my arm The vein so wide and so clear Tears spill down my face As all their words get inside my head I have a secret I hold inside, Something that must never be said The liquid in the syringe, the green color of evil From entry it will kill me immediately I hold my wrist and the needle’s to my arm Tears fall down my face, I want to be free I’m already at my breaking point One more burden and I will go The voices of those around me tell me to do it I really can’t figure out why I don’t. I look up to see a guy in the shadows, his eyes shining, watching me By the window behind the crowd, inside me he can see I hear his voice echo in my head, I know what you have done Right then, right there, I know it’s over, they have finally won. Tears flow harder down my face, a sob escapes my lips The needle enters my vein nicely as my hand goes to a fist I feel pain like I have never felt, I scream a piercing scream I keel over, spitting blood, feels like I’m ripping open at the seams I look up into his eyes, I know who he is but I cannot believe An expression of recognition shows in my eyes, and a grin forms on his face His eyes meet mine and I hear his voice, “you’re just like me, such a disgrace My work here is done, I hope have a nice journey to the next place And when you get to hell make sure they too save me a space.” A fresh deluge of tears fall, as my head falls to the floor Everything is dark, I cannot see, and it all hurts even more. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 36 [informant] => blackfire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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