i dont know why i've written this,i just started typing and this is how it ended up.life's strange really.
screaming to be let out,
to be set free,
she wept too,
screamed in agony,
to be with her lost love,
she slipped down the wall,
in the corner,
silently pleaing with god,
to lift her of this pain,
her blood now boiling with anger,
livid,she screamed out his name,
no reply,
she now lay flat on her back silently listening to her heart,
wishing it would stop,
tears hurrying down the side of her face,
just come back she wisperd into the darkness,
just come back,
when nothing happened,
her heart slowed down,
she concentrated on thinking,
on being reunited,
with the one,
her husband who was mudered today,
she scrambled to her feet,
wandered to the kitchin as if a little girl would,
searching for her doll,
but she pulled out a droor,
wrustled around and found a knife,
then stumbled back clutching it in her hand,
she slid back down to the floor,
cradleing the knife like a baby,
she stared at it happily,
daring herself to join him,
she had lost all sense of feeling,
but the tears hadnt stopped,
she pleaded one last time,
for god to heal her of her pain,
what have i done?
she asked,questioning her brain
but she knew just one thing,
she had to be wih him,yes him.
her final decision was clear,
she cut open her wrists,
and sat watching them bleed,
laughing with joy as a puddle of blood formed around her,
the pain was phenomenal,
like you cauldnt imagine,
she just sat waiting,
watching life tick away,
she sang her favourite song,
man,i feel like a woman by shania twain,
it was just a wisper,
because that was all she cauld manage over the pain,
as the seconds drew nearer,
she felt hope,
as she lay in a puddle of blood,
she cauld feel her husbands touch,
everything grew silent,she was gone,
finally she saw his face again,she smiled.
and this woman was not crazy,
just in love,
she had never done anything wrong before,
not like the people who murdered her husband,
this was her first crime and her last,
suicide.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-02-23 at 18:42
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her first crime
blood wept through her veins,screaming to be let out,
to be set free,
she wept too,
screamed in agony,
to be with her lost love,
she slipped down the wall,
in the corner,
silently pleaing with god,
to lift her of this pain,
her blood now boiling with anger,
livid,she screamed out his name,
no reply,
she now lay flat on her back silently listening to her heart,
wishing it would stop,
tears hurrying down the side of her face,
just come back she wisperd into the darkness,
just come back,
when nothing happened,
her heart slowed down,
she concentrated on thinking,
on being reunited,
with the one,
her husband who was mudered today,
she scrambled to her feet,
wandered to the kitchin as if a little girl would,
searching for her doll,
but she pulled out a droor,
wrustled around and found a knife,
then stumbled back clutching it in her hand,
she slid back down to the floor,
cradleing the knife like a baby,
she stared at it happily,
daring herself to join him,
she had lost all sense of feeling,
but the tears hadnt stopped,
she pleaded one last time,
for god to heal her of her pain,
what have i done?
she asked,questioning her brain
but she knew just one thing,
she had to be wih him,yes him.
her final decision was clear,
she cut open her wrists,
and sat watching them bleed,
laughing with joy as a puddle of blood formed around her,
the pain was phenomenal,
like you cauldnt imagine,
she just sat waiting,
watching life tick away,
she sang her favourite song,
man,i feel like a woman by shania twain,
it was just a wisper,
because that was all she cauld manage over the pain,
as the seconds drew nearer,
she felt hope,
as she lay in a puddle of blood,
she cauld feel her husbands touch,
everything grew silent,she was gone,
finally she saw his face again,she smiled.
and this woman was not crazy,
just in love,
she had never done anything wrong before,
not like the people who murdered her husband,
this was her first crime and her last,
suicide.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
Read 494 times
Written on 2006-02-23 at 18:42
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