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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From a beam he dangled as the rope choked out his breath So very soon to end his life as he does the dance of death. The grandma sees her grandson and has to take him down She lays him on the carpet that is colored brown. High up on a structure eyes are starring down Will blackout over come him before he hits the ground; The morbid and the curious have finally gone away There’s only those who clean the mess, it's just another day. Dinner on the table with plate and fork and knife The only thing that's swallowed is a pill to end her life. Who said that it is painless have they looked around the room The pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom. With a knife the cut was made now blood spills on the floor Soon the shadows of the dark will come in through the door. Who said there are no victims; reactions carry on; This tragedy repeats it’s self; through days that take too long . With rocks put in her pockets in water not so high She sucks the water to her lungs that's how she chose to die. The husband of Virginia Wolf, now he knows too well His days are filled with misery and his life's a living hell. Desperate to escape he points the pistol to his head The triggers pulled, a roar goes off; and just like that he's dead. When she opened up the door she saw the pieces of his brain The blood in puddles on the floor; was like water from the drain. Blood is on her shirt; where she held him for too long But it's simply far too late the life in him is gone. Who says that it is painless have they looked around the room I know the pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom. .
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