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[aid] => mick
[title] => Suicidal Fire
[time] => 2004-05-10 22:27:41
[hometext] => nothing else to say.
[bodytext] => Suicidal Fire I started the fires The burning city before me I started the scorched lives With a match Looking to the sky Looking down Looking to the past Looking to my fate At the hands of fire I look to where it all started The death of a loved one The death in the arms of the helpless I'm looking at my own making through glass I look to the sky I wonder why I look down I look at myself I look to the past I know it's for sure I look to my fate To be enticed in flames I look at the match one last time I strike it against the pad It ignites the saving flame The flame spreads toward me I look through the glass at the ruined city Though the rain tries to save it The fumes ever more rising I go to a corner and hide from my last thoughts My last fears fixing to be consumed I look away from myself The water is rising above me I'm in another place I'm sinking beneath the waves I look through the glass I look through myself I look through my reflection The tears of fear Fear cannot conquer this feeling keeping me here The water level is rising I am sinking in my own making I look away from myself The edge looms nearer With me stepping ever closer My last place to be is here I think of what has brought me here Slowly thinking back with each memory I look back to where it started The death of a loved one The death in the arms of the helpless My last embrace to the living love The first embrace to the living Hell The bottom of the abyss Invites me to fall within The blackness matches my life The light of the abyss vanished My fears to go to the unknown rise My wanting to go to the unknown dwindles I have to die or embrace this living Hell My heart's bled so much grief The day that suicide took your life My fears are justified Yet I come closer to the edge You're always with me when I dream But I can't sleep my life away Dying for you is the only way To be with you, eternally The edge falls farther away The abyss comes nearer I look up to the sky I look down My last sight to see The darkness that I keep The flames inch closer in My world is in flames My world burns beside me The flames are finding me hiding I look to my fate To be enticed in flames I look to the past I only see memories of pain Reoccurring thoughts of you The affects of death sinking in I look into the flames reflecting fear in my eyes I look one last time to the sky The sky is on fire I look one last time down Beneath me is a burning Hell I look one last time to the past I see the starting of the fire I look one last time to my fate The flames reaching for me This burning fate is a mistake, the last one to make The rain is still pouring I look out the glass I see my shining face I look into the flames I see my reflection dimming I look into the flames I see you starring back I see you disappointed I wish I could take it back But my love keeps me here I wish I could feel the rain But my love keeps me here You were always with me Never knew that last embrace lasted I look into the flames My eyes reflect them They are the last things to see As I burn into a memory I started the fire That has taken me beneath the waves I started the fire That has taken me into the abyss I started the fire and died in my own making I started the fire for all the wrong reasons My worst mistake takes me away I started the fire of suicide I look away from myself [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 36 [informant] => essentially9 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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