In a dream, I make a cut,
with a silver dagger, razor sharp.
Blood seeps out of the tiny scratch
and I watch it come, first slow, then fast.
Cut upon cut, drip upon drip,
above my eye, beneath my lip.
Deeper deeper, all the time.
I watch it flow in crooked lines.
Strength is failing, colors fade.
Now or never; I'll heal again.
The final cut; it must be made,
deep, now deeper, cut the vein.
Life seeps out, like the blood, slow,
staining the carpet. I sink low.
My final breath, my final sight,
my dying thought, 'did I do it right?'
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Written November 15th, 2005
A contest entry
- lover's suicide by Trueloveneverdies.
300 points, ended November 30, 2005, 23 entries
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wow i love this..great write
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oh....my...gosh!!! this is like, wow!!! i dont really like rhyming, but this is effin awesome!!! i think you did a greaat great awesome great job on this!! man, makes me feel bad about my poems. i love the emotion behind each word and the last line..hehe....you described everything perfectly! i loved it! gosh...awesome job!
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