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[title] => Perfection
[time] => 2003-12-19 12:45:11
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[bodytext] => An eighteen year old boy was found dead this morning by his foster parent. Yet another victim of suicide... Hurriedly, I bustle about the room. I need to get ready. Tie, suit, shoes (polished) I tuck my shirt in and tidy my hair. I look in the mirror. A perfect gentleman. Now for my strategy. I rummage under my bed for the paper outlining my plans. And then I implement... Rolling up the sleeve on my left arm, I draw the razor slowly and deeply accross my skin... I smile as the aperture pools with blood. Again, and again...the carpet is red... Then, I take my hair in one hand, and with the knife I begin to sever my scalp from my skull... Blood drips into my eyes, burns... I reach into my drawer, and find an old fork, rusty and disused. As per plan Opening my mouth I plunge it through the base of my tongue, and tear outwards. I hear a sick ripping sound as my tongue is seperated from my mouth... Warm blood overflows my mouth... my lips... I pour gasoline on my right arm then, and light the zippo. The flames ignite immediately, and I grit my teeth as my flesh begins to burn and bubble. The pungent smell of roasted human meat fills the air... I grit my bloodsoaked teeth then, and prepare for the final task. Meticulously I reveal myself, take myself in my hand... The serrated steak knife saws roughly through the skin... And then it falls to the floor, as blood begins to spurt with each heartbeat I feel weaker, Stronger, And I laugh, And collapse... [comments] => 7 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 36 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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