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This is the day that I die

Poetry By: Lex The Damned

Suicide is tempting to us...

Submitted:Sep 28, 2006    Reads: 267    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

This is the day that I die��

I wear a spider on my finger

And I know every small flaw

Just as I know that my

World will end, if

Not now,



And I see through eyes that

Refuse every truth and deny

Every bit of self

Just to prove that there is

Nothing left

For me.

Not to-day, and


And I hear words and thoughts

That reject the will

To make sense because

They are


That will bring my end closer,

And closer, and closer,

Until the day I die;

Until I die:Tomorrow.

And I smell roses because

Every other smell is that of

Decay and disintegrating hearts.

Disintegrated as my own,

As broken,

And that alone

Is enough to

Make me

See that

There will




This is the day that I die.


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