Sticky residue hangs from laces
Grieving parents hang their faces
One quick jolt to end it all
A cabled noose to catch his fall
When we go to cut him down
Congealed blood has now turned brown
Fingers, once used to play guitar
Won’t turn the keys to start his car
His eyes protrude from hollow past
His milky skin with grayish cast
The arms are stiff, but stiffer still
His lonely cat on window sill
The horror hidden in this mess
Isn’t in the note confessed
But what’s left after life retreats
When it defends and time defeats
We all must end the day’s charade
And march together in death’s parade
But keep in mind, if you choose to go
What deathly horrors you leave in tow
Author notes
MBorda
I didn't know what you meant by "AN BOX" for where to put 'Sara Sidle in my Idol" so I put it in the preview box.
A contest entry
- CSI CONTEST :P (PLEASE ENTER) by Georgia La Mariposa.
300 points, ended July 14, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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you put it in the right plaece
your Author Notes Box 
Great poem i really enjoyed it, wehat a cool anmd interesting take on the prompt
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