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Array ( [sid] => 6539 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Hells Sweet Serenity [time] => 2002-11-11 16:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I am the pick-pocket, for victims I search
I am the rapist, between shadows I lurch
I am the murderer – no conscience, no soul
I am the informant, the grass-up, the mole

I’m everything I have never wanted to be
What’s the point in living? What does life hold for me?

I am the wife beater, domestic abuse is my strength
I am the ultimatum lowlife and I’ll stop at no length
I am gods creation gone arse over tit
I am not what he planned, plus a whole heap of *****

I’m everything I have never wanted to be
What’s the point in living? What does life hold for me?

A bottle of tablets washed down with some ale
A sweet poison chalice, sure not to fail
A carefully placed cut which ruptures the vein
Each send me to hell and release all my pain

I am without pulse, no breath do I breathe
I am cold to the touch, but my death do not grieve
I am now everything I have wanted to be
I am dead to the world, in hells sweet serenity [comments] => 5 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 36 [informant] => jazzyjody [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Hells Sweet Serenity

Contributed by jazzyjody on Monday, 11th November 2002 @ 04:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I am the pick-pocket, for victims I search
I am the rapist, between shadows I lurch
I am the murderer – no conscience, no soul
I am the informant, the grass-up, the mole

I’m everything I have never wanted to be
What’s the point in living? What does life hold for me?

I am the wife beater, domestic abuse is my strength
I am the ultimatum lowlife and I’ll stop at no length
I am gods creation gone arse over tit
I am not what he planned, plus a whole heap of *****

I’m everything I have never wanted to be
What’s the point in living? What does life hold for me?

A bottle of tablets washed down with some ale
A sweet poison chalice, sure not to fail
A carefully placed cut which ruptures the vein
Each send me to hell and release all my pain

I am without pulse, no breath do I breathe
I am cold to the touch, but my death do not grieve
I am now everything I have wanted to be
I am dead to the world, in hells sweet serenity

Copyright Â© jazzyjody ... [ 2002-11-11 16:30:00]
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Re: Hells Sweet Serenity (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 11th November 2002 @ 06:40:37 PM AEST
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I can certainly say i hope
your not all these things, more
so i hope you aren't going to hurt
yourself. I got chills reading this poem.
I'd like to read more of your poetry!
This poem is definately heart gripping,
and so full of reality
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: Hells Sweet Serenity (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Monday, 11th November 2002 @ 06:50:01 PM AEST
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this is a really powerful poem - you really have a way with words. keep writing xxx

Re: Hells Sweet Serenity (User Rating: 1 )
by spaceotter on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 11:08:53 AM AEST
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Beautifully dark poem. Well written, I really enjoyed this.

Re: Hells Sweet Serenity (User Rating: 1 )
by viola on Wednesday, 13th November 2002 @ 07:43:43 PM AEST
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deep down don't we all feel like this at some point. I'm sure you are not all these things. somebody with all that doesnt write as beautifuly as you.

Re: Hells Sweet Serenity (User Rating: 1 )
by horseluver on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 12:55:37 AM AEST
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fantastic write-like Oreo, I hope your not those things-and you just used them for effect in the poem. Well done - I hope to see more of your poems soon! XXOO ~Jess

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