Friday, October 29, 2010

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Knife,
At my neck,
Pain,
It’s searing hot,
Blood,
Rushes out, eager to escape,
Carpet,
Now spotted with red dots,
Knife,
Stabbed into my chest,
PAIN,
I can’t think,
Blood,
In my eyes, I am blind,
Carpet,
Stained with red ink,
Knife,
Please end it,
Pain,
Can’t set me free,
Blood,
Almost all gone,
Carpet,
Is the last thing I see.

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