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Suicide

Sweet death come quickly and silence the noise. Longing to feel your arctic embrace. To kiss your life sucking lips and breathe an eternal last breath. Gun to the head, rope round the throat, and knife to the wrist. There are many was to show your love. Or maybe a leap of faith into a dismal abyss Fade slowly out of the physical in the spirit. Gun to the head, rope round the throat, and knife to the wrist. Suicidal guidance through a benevolent violent act of grace. What is life without death? What is the sun without rain? What is joy without sorrow? What is day without night? Gun to the head, rope round the throat, and knife to the wrist.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/19/2010 8:50:00 AM
Intense and gripping description of suicide. Its like a scary love, a conversation with death...Well written Tommy... Lay
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