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Monday, May 2, 2005

Poem #3
I don't have much time to check and sign guestbooks. I'll check them next time I get on. I only have enough time to post another poem, so you guys are a 2 for 1 thing. This is about suicide. Just giving you warning before you guys read it. Here ya go.

Steel-Bladed Blade

He walks into the bathroom feeling
lost and empty clutching nothing
more than his steel-bladed blade.
He has lived in the realm between reality and fantasy never knowing what's truly real or what's fake.
Placing the steel-bladed blade on his wrist, his veins begin to pop up as if to say 'Go ahead and cut me.'
With the steel-bladed blade firmly in his grip and shining from the bright light, he thinks about what his heart desired.
'Love, passion, dreams,
hope...........'
Then he thinks about a hole that has been left deep in his heart, as if a dark, cold abyss has been opened right smack in the middle.
Now his mind is set as the faces of the past and the dreams of the future have now been erased.
With a quick cut with the steel-bladed blade, crimson red blood begins to spew out from his wrist.
With a sink full of blood and a dead body on the floor, another lifeless soul lays there thanks to the harsh, cold reality of the steel-bladed blade.

I almost did this one day. I just got sick and tired of life. Nothing seemed to work out. Especially with the girl I really liked. I think I'm very different from everybody else. I kinda feel like an outcast sorta speak. I feel alone. Maybe thats why I'm better off as a loner. Well I don't know. Later.
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