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Secrets To Die For

Contributed by blackfire9786 on Sunday, 14th September 2003 @ 09:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Surrounded by a circle of tall figures
Laughing, taunting, throwing all sorts of jeers
Kneeling in the middle with a syringe to my arm
The vein so wide and so clear
Tears spill down my face
As all their words get inside my head
I have a secret I hold inside,
Something that must never be said
The liquid in the syringe, the green color of evil
From entry it will kill me immediately
I hold my wrist and the needle’s to my arm
Tears fall down my face, I want to be free
I’m already at my breaking point
One more burden and I will go
The voices of those around me tell me to do it
I really can’t figure out why I don’t.
I look up to see a guy in the shadows, his eyes shining, watching me
By the window behind the crowd, inside me he can see
I hear his voice echo in my head, I know what you have done
Right then, right there, I know it’s over, they have finally won.
Tears flow harder down my face, a sob escapes my lips
The needle enters my vein nicely as my hand goes to a fist
I feel pain like I have never felt, I scream a piercing scream
I keel over, spitting blood, feels like I’m ripping open at the seams
I look up into his eyes, I know who he is but I cannot believe
An expression of recognition shows in my eyes, and a grin forms on his face
His eyes meet mine and I hear his voice, “you’re just like me, such a disgrace
My work here is done, I hope have a nice journey to the next place
And when you get to hell make sure they too save me a space.”
A fresh deluge of tears fall, as my head falls to the floor
Everything is dark, I cannot see, and it all hurts even more.




Copyright © blackfire9786 ... [ 2003-09-14 21:05:00]
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Re: Secrets To Die For (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Sunday, 14th September 2003 @ 10:33:46 PM AEST
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Wow. That was good. Very well done.


Re: Secrets To Die For (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 12:57:39 AM AEST
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I can imagene some of my nepheiws, and many more can relate to this. It reminds me of someone on crystle meth or herion or whatever they shoot up their veins. I've seen it take a number of people down by death.
This is very good writing even if it was a dream I can certainly see the good in this peice. Reality bites and to me this is a wake up call for many people.
I give u 2 thumbs up.
PEACE, JOY, LUV,
emy




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