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Submitted:Nov 21, 2007    Reads: 180    Comments: 2    Likes: 5   

Within the cloak of a huge dark cloud

He presses the sharpened steel against his wrist

The constant headaches will soon cease

He means this to be his last statement

A world that once embraced him

Extended warmth and smiled with depth

Has been exposed as a fraud

A sinister enemy to fear

The first droplets of cold rain

splash against his naked body

He tilts his head towards the grey heavens

The caliginous skies soon to to embrace his parting soul

Holding tight the razor

His hand displays an unsteady nerve

The first slice will test

His ability to withstand the pain

Nobody witnesses his cuts

Nobody watches his body succumb to death

Narrow fissures drain his blood

His last wish to die.....Granted


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