What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to feel?
As I stand here in the middle of this field
Surrounded by the pervasive nothingness of space in all directions
I think to myself, "Could it be?"
Alone in this land, no one to take my hand
The biting cold tearing at me with each new breeze
Stirring up the unarranged thoughts in my head
Toying with me and what I am
"Time to pay," I say, as I pray
For some kind of easier way
To do what I have to do today
I'm trying my hardest to delay
I go back to the place, and try to face
Those horrid people they call human
Who spit and degrade and build up to tear down
Every part of your being for pleasure.
I felt the pain, I was slain
Is this what it means to be alive?
I think not, as I take the shot
And load it into my gun
The barrel is cold, as I take hold
And move the gun to my head
For once I'm so happy and filled with glee
As the bullet tears my mind to shreds
I feel no more, no longer have to endure
The misery of being alive
I have cast off all feeling in favor of stealing
One last vestige of happiness
On this cold night, the darkness is bright.
Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-10-14 at 22:42
Tags Suicide Sad Pain
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On This Cold Night, the Darkness is Bright
On this cold night, the darkness is brightAs I stand here in the middle of this field
Surrounded by the pervasive nothingness of space in all directions
I think to myself, "Could it be?"
Alone in this land, no one to take my hand
The biting cold tearing at me with each new breeze
Stirring up the unarranged thoughts in my head
Toying with me and what I am
"Time to pay," I say, as I pray
For some kind of easier way
To do what I have to do today
I'm trying my hardest to delay
I go back to the place, and try to face
Those horrid people they call human
Who spit and degrade and build up to tear down
Every part of your being for pleasure.
I felt the pain, I was slain
Is this what it means to be alive?
I think not, as I take the shot
And load it into my gun
The barrel is cold, as I take hold
And move the gun to my head
For once I'm so happy and filled with glee
As the bullet tears my mind to shreds
I feel no more, no longer have to endure
The misery of being alive
I have cast off all feeling in favor of stealing
One last vestige of happiness
On this cold night, the darkness is bright.
Poetry by Xuxa
Read 889 times
Written on 2006-10-14 at 22:42
Tags Suicide Sad Pain
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