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Suicide On A Pretty Day

It's a dark place
This solace.
Saddening ventures to the other side
The side of light.
It repels the entrancing darkness
And feels like suicide on a pretty day.
Perpetual lapses -- they are hell
But lost in the pleasure,
I sought a bleeding so eternal.
And the memories
And the rememberance of it all:
Crashing into my heart
Crying unto something higher.
Silence.
Still; I weep
As I have never left
Because I have not.
Bound and tortured to
Endure
This. Alone. Forever.

Author notes

No, it never completely left me.

Written March 18th, 2005

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