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[title] => Of Trumpets and Lyres
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[bodytext] => Rain pours from gray skies Pitter-patter on my hood The windows have fogged up And I cant see anymore The road Im waiting on. Im on my journey To the Brave New World. A self guided flight From all of my problems. No map can help me Find my way anymore The stars and the moon Can no longer guide me. I know where Im going And hate where I?ve been Now I am holding A one way ticket home. I look down beside me And in the passenger seat Is the girl I still love Lying cold in her blood. When life got troublesome I removed some troubles Itll be better for her When we both are together. She was so lovely Heavenly and perfect for me Like a majestic butterfly. And can you tell me why I shoot down butterflies With a machine gun? Why everything I do? Amounts to pure nothing Nothing. So empty a word Vast as the universe Endless as space, infinity. As I blunder through this Thing known as life Is anyone out there Who will end it all now? No, no one can do that. And no one will do that. And I admire you for that. And I thank you for that. My life is my own. No, that car is too small And that one too slow A sight of redemption My salvation is waiting A Mack truck approaches Eighteen wheels of fury At full speed ahead It reaches the intersection My pedal to the metal Tonight is my time to go. The last thing I see are Glaring lights, angels perhaps? And the last thing I hear is A brassy hum in my ears Of trumpets and lyres? And the last thing I feel Is my heart, is my heart Slowly beating Slowly beating Stopping Stopping. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 36 [informant] => MrMojoRisin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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