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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Dark >> ID #1591979  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The Passing
Something I wrote a long time ago when a friend took his own life.
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Time passes as my soul fades away,
weaker, weaker, can I last another day?
Life is so full of cruelty, hatred and lies,
my only emotion comes from my cries.

I am afraid to die, but it kills me to live,
for I have simply nothing more to give.
With the pain inside, growing so very strong,
from here the end is not far or long.

I caress the glimmering steel against my soft skin,
always dreaming of this ugly sin.
I do not quiver, I do not pout,
I do not shiver, I do not shout.

Inch by inch, the blade goes deeper,
as I prepare to face the midnight reaper.
Out of control, my body jerks and it shakes,
it feels like thousands of tiny earthquakes.

Now that I have finished my life's task,
you can look beyond my mask.
Before you is a bright flash of light,
as my soul drifts off into the endless night.
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