Hugging the blade

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Okay, This poem is about someone i knew he is now gone he tried killing him self 3 times then the last he did. he told me what it felt lke to be on the brink of death he said it did not hurt. God bless his soul. Its called hugging the blade becuase he said thats what it felt like someof the times.

Hugging the blade

Blood ran down his arms.
Gleaming in the pale light.
His eyes fixed on thin trail of blood.
His heart races as he hears foot steps.
Not caring as he pushed the blade back to his arm.
The silver blade glinting,
In the light blood dripping off the blade.
No pain.
Hugging the blade.
Pushing the tip againt his ribs,
Memorised at the thin trail of blood.
Drip drip drip.
Moving the blade pushing it deeper.
The blood warm agaist his cold skin.
Staining the pale skin.
Smiling at warmth.
He pushed the blade even deeper on his ribs.
His heart hammer in his ears,
Like a too fast drumbeat.
Edges fading as he pushed the knife deeper.
Slipping out of his hand.
The blade hitting the carpeted floor.
As he let out a little gasp.
As the heartbeat was gone.
Drip Drip Drip.
The blood ran faster.
He smiled as he slumped down.
Then felt cool hands on his cheeks.
He heard yelling then was gone.
His last breath wavered as he whispered,
"Goodbye." his eyes slipping close.
Welcoming the everlasting sleep.
His soul now free of his body.
No pain left.
Nothing left to hurt him.
the blood ran down slower.
Like tears.
No more pain.

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Ven commented on Hugging the blade

10-10-2009

O_o wow... cant say more is complete and whole. nice.

koolmom0 commented on Hugging the blade

10-10-2009

Wow!! Sweatheart this is a good poem but so very sad. His pain may be gone but the pain that his loved ones are going through will remain. Love Koolmom

Tineessa commented on Hugging the blade

10-10-2009

Tht was great i loved it was really heart felt and beutiful!! :) very well writttin :)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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