[AngelofDarknes]: 424.the perfect suicide
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it would be the last bath now for him
he set down his razer by the shampoo
he knew it was the right thing to do
slowly he pulled off each of his shoes
and finished the bottle of booze
the thoughts began to run thru his head
i wonder what life is like when your dead
then he rememberd what he hadent done
written a letter to his loved one
he grabbed some paper and quickly wrote
a small and simple yet loving note
he neatly folded it leaving it by the blade
now he truley felt afraid
slowly he emerged into his fate
no going back now its to late
he sliced the blade across his wrist
and clenched his hands in a painful fist
he opend the veins along his arm feeling the pain and alarm
he quickly did it to the right
he could feel the tension mixed with fright
his muscles weakend and he felt numb
he got second thought and quickly called for mom
slowly his body started to drop
he regretted it all and wanted it to stop
he sunk down into the water now red
pretty soon he knew that he would be dead
he knew it was over when he was looking down
on the horrable and unloving town.
2006-04-08 Annie: This poem is effective...ex