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[title] => Fading. Unchanging
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[bodytext] => The future seemed brighter when further away and now it is nearer it is fading. Unchanging. A present day life without any hope, for an exciting new era of life. This time stay and watch the show! Actors play their roll, and notice how the shops are closing now it's shopping time. Clothes neatly arranged, resting on the carpet, with the soft melody of rain on skin and the sleeping of it all. heaped upon the shower floor, knees pressing on the cool walls and the sound is gone, the whirring heater; matters not. But still the water drops across a face with an open stare. Through the blinding rain a look upon her open vein. There's no pain now the red is seeping, the eyes are deeper than before and the skin is whiter, drained of life. A body so still no blink and no frown, with scared telling eyes she'll watch her blood drown. He sees the paper on the door and as he screamed the paper tore. A scribbled writing, the words; a blur, and down onto the floor, choking on a gasping cry pound down the oaken door..... And fade. On textured air silence fell on doctors trying for a beat. Let go, sleep, and on the morn he'll forget, until he opens curtains in an empty room, and turns to face a sheetless bed. She died in shame, slumped in the corner of a plastic tub with gashes deep in flesh. With that a picture in his brain he stares into a mirror, behind him in the shower lies a crooked girl dying and further now, in his sink, an unused knife is lying. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 36 [informant] => heavenly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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