Blood spills down the back of my brain
drip by drop like it's starting to rain
Pouring in my mind is the feeling of alone
The corner of the room is the place i call home
The wires are cut that lead to the answer's
darkness filled my body like cancer
Contimplating my last few breaths
chambered results for the last real test
Tears trickle to the floor and wait
for the outcome of this outburst of hate
Death is near i can feel his hand
At last the blast for the last real man
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A contest entry
- Poetry Thrillers by Oleander.
500 points, ended December 7, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Suicide is real and should be noticed....... dont be like this guy
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I have read so many poems that try and capture the emotion, mood and thoughts of a suicidal person, but none even come close to this. I am sitting here in tears, your art brought it all back, the blunt a matter-of-factly tone added so much to it and the last line made sure it ended just as amazingly as it started.
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