Date: 24.12.2007
Time: 2:10 p.m.
I feel my life with ague intense
Lust for it consuming my base essence
The surging fire turning blood to vapours
And young bones to ashes.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That burns my soul to bits
With its intensity?
Give me euthanasia.
Hack off those limbs that move with life
Watch my blood flow from severed appendages
Hurt me, but wait! on second thought, don’t
My love for it will kill me instead.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That tears my soul to shreds
With its ferocity?
Give me euthanasia.
The mad fit issues vomit from my stomach
Overwhelming tide of strenuous craving
Punctuated by stabs ripping off flesh
I feel too much in every fibre.
Do I not deserve to die?
Spare me this passion
As it makes my soul implode
With its ardent cruelty.
Give me euthanasia.
End: 2:17 p.m.
7 comments:
cheers to Euthanasia!
Suicide is self expression baby!
WuHu!
don't forget to post the pictures!
N
You are incorrigible. What am I going to do with you, except perhaps- we will not know if we deserve until we get it, and then it maybe too late.
Love may be the answer.
I wish you a peaceful Christmas.
I've no idea how you intend to spend it- I hope with family or friends, for if you stray too far from the campfires of human warmth you can go mad.
Don't be good, be better;-) ;-)
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These are the lyrics of the two songs:
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
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It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
If only all the people in the world will agree to mercy killing, then, millions of patients suffering from terminal diseases can die in peace, but, no, they will continue to see their loved ones experiencing agonising lives. I don't know what they get by seeing their relatives taking in hollow breaths or pumping machine-operated blood, it's so much better to end it.
I really enjoyed the poem, and more so, coz I'm related to Medical & Healthcare. You write once in 8-10 days, and that one turns out to be a masterpiece.
Merry Christmas to you & your family, enjoy your day!!
-Sam.
Wonderful.
No, no, That is the understatement of the millennium.
Such "beauteous" descriptions.
I loved it, utterly.
Welcome to the inferno. :P
wow... this one was inspirin in more ways than one.. i hope ur alryt tho...
tcz!
this got me a bit worried,but wonderful poetry!
Merry kweesmas!*choco muffins*
Wow its pretty violent
one can feel the turmoil in the pulse...were u disturbed by something or someway?
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