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[aid] => mick
[title] => Goodbye, My Dearest.
[time] => 2005-09-07 10:57:55
[hometext] => What do you do when your true love fades to black? ***Comments appreciated, thanks :) ***
[bodytext] => You left me. Alone, on a Sunday morning Departing in silence, your screams muted Without so much as a note, your life waned Disappearing into the statistics and figures Of a grim, dawning society of self-inflicted death Blood, once a vivid red; now a congealed scarlet Your eyes, once a luminescent jade; now lifeless You conflict with the stark white tiles in this state Your salvation glistens with droplets of crimson Scintillating as it rests awkwardly in your pale, stiffened fist All I can do is stare. After all, there is no hope for you I kneel down before your gaunt, diminished body And gently kiss your cold lips and hold you in my arms A solitary tear stains my face, as I weep for your life The contrariety of life and death adorns the bathroom floor Where I sit with your body, pallor and pallid, in my arms I know you did it because you thought there was no other way And in a sense I understand. As much as anyone could anyway For inside your beautiful mind hid the root of your anguish and pain Rotting you from the inside like an unwanted piece of fruit Voices. All those voices contradicting you, they won the war in the end I hope you’ll be waiting for me, when my war has been fought As I will be for you. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 39 [informant] => emphaticplacebo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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