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LITTERATUR & POESI
Artikel
av Annika Arve
publicerad 14 feb 2008 kl. 08.57:
This is not a suicide letter
Don't you wonder what you would say?
Hello dear friends, how do I start?
It's a suicideletter, but it ain't your fault
To long I have wondered with mirrors as eyes
My breathing is hollow and my days dark as night.
This shall be my last statement.
The last words i'll ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
it's just my time to go.
Don't you see the anxiety in me?
How it's ripping pieces of me,
I hold up slices of meat infront of your eyes
Am I not close enough, or are you just blind?
I might have forgotten to pull up the switch.
But it smells, it dripps. This rotten blood.
Is it not drowning you, the way it's drowning?
Am I so alone? Am I so invicible?
This shall be my last statement.
The last words i'll ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
it's just my time to go.
A farewell to life, it's burning stare
A farewell to life and those who care
A farewell to, all I could never be
A farewell to the fiend known as me
And will you ever know?
I'm practising deathposes on my floor
You can't come in, i'm hardly here no more
With bloodstained hands i've grabbed the rope
given sound to the bells, let the toll with no hope
This shall be my last statement.
The last words i'll ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
it's just my time to go
I've choosen my pose
I lay on the floor
Try to come in, i'm here no more
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