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Array ( [sid] => 88144 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Comatose [time] => 2005-03-20 22:23:48 [hometext] => A vegtable [bodytext] => It's been seven years yet here I lie
Teenagers on the town
A clink a drink and another
Three teenagers die
I will never give you more than you can bare
No one saw the on coming truck
I never saw the sign to yeild
Happy screams turned terror
Blaring horns screeching tires
Crunching steel breaking glass
Blood and beer inter mingle
Four bodies lie in the mire
I hear voices I am alive
I will give you no more than you can bare
These three are dead,this ones brathing
On the window sill flowers thrive
I have laid here these seven years
Comatose So they say a vegtable
I cannot respond
I cannot hear
My friends and family cry
I breath on my own
I will give you no more than you can bare
Pull the plug let him die
A feeding tube
I feel no pain
Pull the plug
Daddy says hello bub
Fingers curled
Knees drawn up
A new born fetel possion
Boy or girl
If He shall come this day or eve
Don't pull the pluge
I shall rise
Raptured by His grace
On Calvery I see His Cross
"Father take away this cup"
Thy will be done
Words I'm at a loss
God the Father
Three in One
Spirit of the earth
Pull the plug no one bothered

Sinned




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Comatose

Contributed by sinned on Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 10:23:48 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



It's been seven years yet here I lie
Teenagers on the town
A clink a drink and another
Three teenagers die
I will never give you more than you can bare
No one saw the on coming truck
I never saw the sign to yeild
Happy screams turned terror
Blaring horns screeching tires
Crunching steel breaking glass
Blood and beer inter mingle
Four bodies lie in the mire
I hear voices I am alive
I will give you no more than you can bare
These three are dead,this ones brathing
On the window sill flowers thrive
I have laid here these seven years
Comatose So they say a vegtable
I cannot respond
I cannot hear
My friends and family cry
I breath on my own
I will give you no more than you can bare
Pull the plug let him die
A feeding tube
I feel no pain
Pull the plug
Daddy says hello bub
Fingers curled
Knees drawn up
A new born fetel possion
Boy or girl
If He shall come this day or eve
Don't pull the pluge
I shall rise
Raptured by His grace
On Calvery I see His Cross
"Father take away this cup"
Thy will be done
Words I'm at a loss
God the Father
Three in One
Spirit of the earth
Pull the plug no one bothered

Sinned








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Re: Comatose (User Rating: 1 )
by OnAngelswings on Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 10:56:51 PM AEST
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This is very good yet sad...hope this isn't for real...good writting...Shari


Re: Comatose (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 11:20:47 PM AEST
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I pray this is jus writing. It's sad yet deep, deep, deep. I guess that would be a personal decision.









does this have to do with the Sssssssshivoooooooooooooooo whatever case? That's what comes to mind.
Any way it fantabulas writing.
huggs,
emy




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