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[sid] => 60415
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead All ALong
[time] => 2004-08-17 04:28:11
[hometext] => Please have a read of this. Comment are appreciated. Corrupted_Minds
[bodytext] => Darkest grave I call my home, My house is full when I'm alone, Silence fills the lonely halls, You could drop a pin and hear it fall, My minds corrupted, I dont think straight, Cant run away from my lonely fate, I once could speak, now not a word, I'd try to talk, but never heard, Black's my color, all dressed in lace, Whites the color of my cold, pale face, I've lived in hell for all my time, Hell's better than this life of mine, I've tried to die, but I always fail, Now what to do? My lifes for sale, I slit my wrists but never I bleed, I prayed to God but I have no creed, God did nothing cos God's a lie, He left me here on my bed to die, I cried for help my call wasn't answered, So my cries were better left unsaid, I've hung my neck, I've used a gun, I've drank poison only for fun, I've jumped a cliff, I've drowned at sea, But I wake up the next morning still alive old me, Now I'm tainted and scarred, ugly and chained, On the sunniest days on me it's rained, The nights are eternal, the sun does burn, I'm waiting for death, I'm waiting my turn, With my broken heart and and this lovely moon, I still want my time to come soon, I was un-dead I couldn't die, All I could do was bleed and cry, My lifes a record, a never ending song, I couldn't die cos I was dead all along [comments] => 11 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 36 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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