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red, green and blue.
By Exodus
What’s left to hate of me?
What’s left to destroy?
I am nothing to you anymore
So just toss me
Over the bridge
I fall
It feels so good to let go
No one ever understood
How killing yourself really works
Deep relaxation
It is the most beautiful thing in the world
Everyone thinks suicide is bad
And horrible, and not worth it
But no one is ever strong enough to try
And let all your fears, and cares fade
Disintegrating into the wind
And shadowing over this city
::Your last, deep breath::
Before you hit the water
You just drown, slowly to sleep
Your final resting place
It’s so beautiful
Your last sight
The colors, streetlights
All swirling into one euphoria
You close your eyes
And you remember
There is nothing like this pain
There was nothing to make it go away.
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Copyright 2004 Exodus
Published on Tuesday, January 20, 2004.
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On Wednesday, January 21, 2004, birdwell
(140)
wrote:
beautiful imagery , and idealism. i really like this poem ~db~
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On Wednesday, January 21, 2004, Exodus
(172) wrote:
i think i would know whether it is a suicide poem...or not....
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, Spiritus_Frumenti
(341) wrote:
the only way this would make sense is if the person tossing you is but another entity of yourself...and if this is the case, then it is a suicide poem, indeed...
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, Spiritus_Frumenti
(341) wrote:
this is sort of complex...you said "so just toss me"...then you said " no one ever understood how killing yourself really works"
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, stormtalk
(729) wrote:
Ok, I definitely didn't read this carefully enough... it's not suicide, because you say "So just toss me/Over the bridge"... also... "::your last, deep breath::" made me take a deep breath... gotta love poetry that has a physical effect.
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, stormtalk
(729) wrote:
If you want me to go really deeply into this... I'd say that the suicide lies in driving the person you're addressing in the beginning to throw you over... kind of a... passive self-destruction.
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, Exodus
(172) wrote:
its not exactly a suicide poem, look deeper than that....theres more to it...
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, stormtalk
(729) wrote:
Also... the end of this was incredible beautiful... "It’s so beautiful/ Your last sight/ The colors, streetlights/ All swirling into one euphoria" - that's so visual and enthralling... despite being a suicide poem... I like it ;)
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On Tuesday, January 20, 2004, stormtalk
(729) wrote:
^ personal morphine... just ask
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