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[aid] => mick
[title] => Desperate Pain
[time] => 2005-05-24 16:05:38
[hometext] => While wandering one day, my pen came across this man. Little by little, he began to know and understand this man more and more, learning of his pains and troubles. This is his story, edited slightly by me, as my pen told it.
[bodytext] => To the door where death awaits A man walks up, then hesitates He looks back at the rows of them By death exiled, to life condemned A steady hand he reaches out Now void of every fear and doubt He grasps the knob as cold as death And takes his last, his dying breath He walks inside to darkened night And leaves outside the grieving light The shattered glass across the floor A man that’s shattered to the core He’s lost in life, a broken man Not strong enough to even stand When love has gone it leaves disdain A gaping wound with searing pain With mask of joy a tearful heart Too often played the painful part In love to walk, not evermore He’s been cast out from every shore With agony that heartache brings Silk kisses turn to painful stings For life to him has turned to death His spirit screams with every breath “A curse on love, a curse on life!” To end it all he draws a knife He runs the blade across his arm Two scars declare third time’s a charm He watches with a ghastly calm As liquid life pours in his palm His eyes then close as biting blade Consumes his soul, and heartaches fade The outer pain lets his heart rest It calms the yearning in his breast For in it he can find the source Of all that gives his heart remorse The inner pain, his heart reveals When severed by the touch of steel The tainted blade falls to the floor And echoes back this world once more A blood stained cloth the bleeding stops From tear filled heart, the crimson drops Relief for soul in bitter pain Inviting blade his hurt contains But bleeding ends and sorrows stay Returning pain another day Inside the door where death abides A broken man in sorrow hides [comments] => 7 [counter] => 500 [topic] => 36 [informant] => wachumiri [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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