death

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death

intense burning and pain
as the cold blade glides across my skin
first just the cold
then warmth as the blood trickles
out of my vain, onto my skin
my eyes open
my mouth unables to mak a sound
feeling every inch of the blade
as it penetrates my skin
splitting me open like a fruit
then nothing
no more pain, no more blood
just the cold
i am dead

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eddie14 commented on death

12-09-2009

wow intense very intense death like that is hard to write about

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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