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december 10 (the horror)

*sniff* on december 10th, i was very upset over some tragic events, and i wrote very terrible poetry. i should be hung for it. now i am going to share my shame with the world. haha.

ok... deep breath... here goes.

let the wound fester,
and let it rot,
you're a mere jester,
a fool in their plot.

pierce the skin to the bone,
do not shriek, do not groan.
this will never come to pass,
the beauty is that it will last.

eyes roll back to the back of your head,
you are not living nor part of the dead.
cut off your air and do not breathe,
hurt yourself and then let it bleed.

take a gun and put a bullet in your brain,
when you're dead you're nothing but remains.
numb your emotion and feel no pain,
do not listen to the voices in your brain.

slit your throat and sever your head,
leave yourself as good as dead,
say goodbye and lie forever in bed,
eat your cyanide with your milk and bread.

death is your saviour and death is the way,
only follow death and do not go astray.
ignore everything that other people say,
life's a game we're all fools to play.

by this point i gave up hope in trying to find more stuff that rhymes. hahaha.

12:56 p.m. - 2006-01-09

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