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Sometimes I dream of suicide. An elaborate term of my demise. If I attempt by great height, My head is then full of fright. "The height is far too great." Stepped away from edge of my estate. If I attempt to take it by knife, I then begin to think of my wife. Lying there, like a crazed fellow, For the Lord knows I am no Othello. If I try to take it through grief, That suicide would be none too brief. The long drawn out hectic space, Of wading through troubles at a slower pace. But that is the method that I choose, For I cannot attempt the cunning noose. If by noose, I commit the crime, I would solve my problems fine. But by then the deed would be done, I would be departed, the world won. But I will not back down like that. I shall go on, with the word, "attack." My life will not be solved by you, I'm sorry for bluntness but it's true. I will forge my own perfect path, With all of my problems facing my back. This is how I shall do the deed. Go down fighting, the rest will be history.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
When I Dream of Suicide.
Sometimes I dream of suicide. An elaborate term of my demise. If I attempt by great height, My head is then full of fright. "The height is far too great." Stepped away from edge of my estate. If I attempt to take it by knife, I then begin to think of my wife. Lying there, like a crazed fellow, For the Lord knows I am no Othello. If I try to take it through grief, That suicide would be none too brief. The long drawn out hectic space, Of wading through troubles at a slower pace. But that is the method that I choose, For I cannot attempt the cunning noose. If by noose, I commit the crime, I would solve my problems fine. But by then the deed would be done, I would be departed, the world won. But I will not back down like that. I shall go on, with the word, "attack." My life will not be solved by you, I'm sorry for bluntness but it's true. I will forge my own perfect path, With all of my problems facing my back. This is how I shall do the deed. Go down fighting, the rest will be history.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
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