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Autopilot
Contributed by
brokenheartsbleed
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Saturday, 7th July 2007 @ 10:43:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Autopilot
He is breathing
But not alive
He is on autopilot
He’s finally snapped
They got to him
I don’t think he’ll come back
And that blank stare
Is all he has
With that plastic smile
He’s such a wreck
But they won’t know
Never have a clue
Autopilot Off
Scared and running
Never right
He’s never right
Not good enough
The pressure builds
It’s over taking
Feeling nauseous
He looks sick
Someone catch him
Blacking out
It’s all so dark
He’s not breathing
What’s that light
I feel so cold
I’m coming home
End Transmission
We need an ambulance
I think his heart stopped
And he’s not breathing
Stand clear
Shock his heart
We just lost him
Someone has to tell them
I can’t do it
They looked so scared
I’m sorry he didn’t make it
If there’s anything I can do
Please let me know
Aftermath
And today we gather
Here we send him off
Do not cry he is going home
One last look
Cold and pale
Close the casket
Over
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2007-07-07 10:43:33] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Autopilot
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Monday, 9th July 2007 @ 06:29:40 AM AEST (User
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Interesting little write there, very intense and matter of fact. Death slapped me right in the face at the end. Good write. I like how you set it all up.
Peace,
Laura |
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