Pimp Daddy Stevan (deathbysanity) wrote,
Pimp Daddy Stevan

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Another lame-ass poem by Stevan...


At the end of the day
a dark silhouette
shrouds himself within the shadows
of his own regrets.

He takes a deep breath
then he covers his eyes,
tries not to watch
as the world passes him by.

As he picks up the blade
a mental picture is drawn,
presses it to his skin,
he knows he'll never belong.

He says, "How can there be
others that are just like me,
when people don't even listen
to the words i breathe?"

So he gets up his strength
and he opens the door.
He doesn't even flinch
as the blood drips to the floor.

Finds a .22
he opens the box
and thinks, "If i just pull the trigger
then the nightmare stops..."
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