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Contributed by insane_outsider on Saturday, 10th July 2004 @ 01:26:53 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes

grab the knife, clench my fists.
end my life, lacerate my wrists.
spew ruby blood, close my eyes.
drowned in flood, fragile fingers die.
freezed in cold, numbed by leaks.
feeling old, feeling weak.
travel infinate dark, abtuse space.
leave my mark, return to my place.
lights are bright, im feeling sick.
end my night, with a tube up my ****.
startled consious, some loud noise,
yelling monsterious, that poor boy.
im hurt, but not in pain.
that boy's burnt, his life's in vain.
asleep again, how many days.
woken pain, cathider leaves the fast way.
talking to a man, im going somewhere.
i should have ran, im going there.
a ***** up place, rude children.
be happy in haste, locked in a pen.

to be continued.

Copyright © insane_outsider ... [ 2004-07-10 01:26:53]
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Re: whatever (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 23rd July 2010 @ 06:48:59 AM AEST
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OH MY!!!! I felt the pain, I felt the rage, I felt the hopelessness. This is a very descriptive write from a "bleeding pen!" These are works of a great poet, my friend! If this is about you IO, I'm so deeply sorry...........Life is so hard, and then this on top of it!
Warm love and hugs
consue

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