Thinking of the rush of day fading to black;
Me stiff and at last assertive;
My death the final maim to a life cast in shadow;
Raindrops falling on my grave satiate the sorrow that screams to be heard;
And I am painted blushed and lipsticked to portray a presentable conclusion to a never have begun beginning;
And all of the Klonopin wafers and Ativan tic-tacs in the end could not behead the demon that threw tantrums inside me;
All the love started and ended, lost but never forgotten is now the dirt that weighs heavily all about me;
At last I'm alone forever, the only good friend who always came to see me;
....And yet my flesh is still intact and I am sitting in death's waiting room.
The End
2007-01-27
06:27:28
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Critique it for morbidity, style, language
But it was written in less than four minutes, also
2007-01-27
06:35:02 ·
update #1
Come on, someone answer
2007-01-27
06:45:08 ·
update #2