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[aid] => mick
[title] => Silent Crimson Night
[time] => 2005-05-26 21:11:09
[hometext] => I wrote this for an assignment in my English class that specifically was designed to be a suicide poem for the book Death of a Salesman, I have no intention of killing myself, and I'm quite happy, so no worries my readers! ^_^
[bodytext] => Pounding and reeling The endless strain unbearable now Thinking, speaking, and feeling It’s all too painful and impossible anyhow I open the drawer and reach inside I cut my finger on something sharp As the blood drips I smile wide Light flashes on a cold tool of death, a sharp twang of tendons strung tight as those of a harp A stinging bittersweet relief spreads and seeps I touch the scarlet tears upon my wrists Drip, drip onto the white carpet the evil creeps I slump and fall to the floor, awaiting the silent bliss Too long have I gone with this burdening sorrow Being of the flesh is a harrowing curse Happy am I, they’ll find me, too late tomorrow Too late for the ambulance, instead they call a hearse Sad faces stare at the ashen one that was mine Ugly, blemished and imperfect How I had always wanted to be fine They are all shamed by my tragic incident What have we done? Where did we go wrong? What happened when she used to laugh and have fun? Remember when she made up that cute little song? I see it all clearly as the blood drips down Each bad thing wrapped in the drops They’ll be upset, but that’s not my problem now Death is waiting, on the door he knocks Deliver me oh silent death Take me away from this world apart My lips part, my soul escapes with my last breath The crimson river ends, and be still is my heart Hush now, be still in the awaiting dark [comments] => 3 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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