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Angel of Death

(07.05.93 / Cloppenburg)

Her Sweet Suicide


She's in her room
At night
In darkness

A knife
Next to her

Sadness
Depression
Fear

M oonlight
Falling through the window
Bright

But no hope
Just panic
Fear to live

Taking the knife
Smiling

No more fear
No more panic

A cut
Blood
Still smiling

Empty thoughts
Happiness

Sweet sweet suicide
Beautiful death

Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008
Edited: Monday, August 03, 2009

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  • Lycko Chizo (8/2/2009 7:57:00 PM)

    Wow well write fine piece. It reminded me of my poem 'Shattered' you must read it. I think you mispelled the word hapiness kindly edit it however your poem is good so I'll give it a 10+! (Report) Reply

  • samar Halabi (1/9/2009 1:42:00 PM)

    wonderful poem I like it so much thanks for sharing +++10 it was a really sweet suicide

    Syrian........ (Report) Reply

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