Backstabbed

Twist the knife and say no more.
Forget your morals and close the door.
Let me die alone in peace.
Truly a spirtual release.

My silent friend for 20 years,
Shows up again, just appears.
Plays nice you see and tells no lies.
This would be my very demise.

Alone one night, we made our way.
Downtown to the free buffet.
Food in me, sleepy there after.
Conversation plus some laughter.

Back to my place, we went with ease.
He pulled a gun, I yelled out "please"!!!
I dropped to the floor, all words unspoken,
As I layed there, lifeless and broken.

Twist the knife and say no more.
Forget your morals and close the door.
Let me die alone in peace.
Truly a spirtual release.




Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 21:11

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Teala
Very interesting and thought-provoking..scary images..
2006-08-08


Kathy Lockhart
very interesting, very intriguing. i am waffling between self-destruction as the underlying meaning or perhaps just as it is read, destruction brought on by another. It has captivated me and has me thinking! :) kathy
2006-08-07


kayla
that is sad and full of deciet... i love it!
2006-08-07