GutsA Poem by Ophielia NyxThere are peacful ways to meet the Reaper To fall to sleep and never wake Lethal needles you arm to take Not too many painless ways, to make death your keeper
There however a very wide measure Of ways to die in pain You could for one, pleasure Your friend's ball and chain And get a knife in the back twice and once in the face for good measure
Or like many gluttons With busting buttons Your heart, could betray your life
Lighting could strike, Crash your car Too many drinks at the bar Will stretch you liver too far These and many more, are quite harsh ways to die
As you can see usually in much pain you'll be And all you shall endure alone For its easy to see Humanity has a heart of stone
Look how they judge our beloved "suicides" The geniuses of them all They call them insane Demented, and damned, to the Flaming Halls
But there are a few That can see thier actions are true For it is hard to live in this place
A willful magic surrounds, one that finds the answer It is a choice to live a life And either way in death You live forever
They know theres a way Is it worth prolonging the end? Everyone dies sometime On this planet of sorrow
You are just angry because you couldn't do it Slice and see the crimson flow
Can't take those extra twenty tabs Leap in front of a fast moving cab In our opinion your all quite sad No courage do you posess
So do not mock or mourn them They are strong They took the sweet option
It was never your decision to make So why do you damn them? Or worse try to save them? © 2010 Ophielia NyxAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 30, 2009 Last Updated on October 28, 2010 AuthorOphielia NyxTea, NDAboutI am 16 years old. I love to read and write. I love music to but it tends to get me down as it's something im terrible at. I can't keep in rythme to save my life. When i think of more to add I will..... more..Writing
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