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Apr 2014
Beautiful tragedy, you suffer sublime
As you fall from the twenty-fifth floor
Feelings of agony and wasted regret
Will soon be a burden no more
Tears that you shed in this ungrateful life
Will never discredit your face
Hatred will never be able to touch you
Nor will I, once you're gone from this place
Yet I suffer in silence as you fall away
Drawing closer to ending your pain
And I wonder if I could have loved you more deeply
If we were not going insane
But seconds stretch out to an endless abyss
As the love we have shared fills my mind
And I know that I lost you before you were lost
Because of what was left behind
Did I reach out to stop you as you stood there dying,
Or did I push you to the end?
Did I calm all your fears or instill fear inside?
Was I enemy or was I friend?
Did I show you the beauty that lies within nothing,
Or the ugliness in all you saw?
Could I have done more to bring joy to the madness,
Or joined you as you took the fall?
Why do I stand here and watch you fade out
When we could descend side by side,
And let the whole world pass us by just like always?
Together, to live and to die
But as seconds reclaim the time they're allotted
And choices begin to take toll
I watch in great wonder, forgetting my woes
As beautiful black wings unfold
Beautiful tragedy beginning to rise
Above a cruel world so cold
Overcoming her pain and erasing the stains
This cruel world did inflict on her soul
And, turning to me as she rises above
She reaches out her scarred hands
And I long to embrace her, my beautiful tragedy
Together, forgiven or ******
I step to the edge of the beckoning void
And take my last breath in this hell
My eyes upon her as the world falls away
And the bars fall away from my cell
Seconds once again stretch out unending
As worlds collide in my mind
Memories fill me, for better or worse
And I know that the worst is behind
And I feel the release of a thousand mistakes
Taking flight as I now start to rise
I now hold the hands of my beautiful tragedy
As we break free of our broken lives
We chance to look down on a crowd gathered round
A pair of unfortunate souls
Twisted and broken, somehow hand in hand
As they met on the pavement below
An end to the pain brought on by a world
That somehow refused to care
Such wasted lives…a beautiful tragedy
So lost in love and despair
An older write. This was an idea I had for a short story that evolved into a much better poem.
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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