![]() Twilight SuicideA Poem by Death StalkerThe gentle breeze cooled my face
I closed my eyes to soak in the feeling in the air, the feeling of happiness waiting to burst because I am about to kill myself. On top of a tall building, I looked down to see ants swarming around unaware of my approaching death I smiled, because they are unaware of theirs I opened my jackets, to make sure the bomb wrapped around me is secured onto me. This bomb is rigged to explode upon impact, so when I jump off and hit the pavement, it'll explode there's enough to destroy stuff in a 20 feet radius. I smiled wickedly I looked straight ahead to see the sunset sinking down to the ground the twilight zone approaching I closed my eyes, leaned forward the gentle breeze became harder nearly choking me, but I feel free as if all of my moods and emotions are all blasting into one my heart then weeps why must we feel this way when we fall off a tall structure and only to have it end when we reached the pavement the rough winds ceased automatically no pain is felt, which is unexpected I opened my eyes, to look around I burst out laughing, I landed on top of a semi-truck, with a cargo on the back with an opened top, and inside the cargo is a stack of pillow I survived, I checked the bomb around me I laughed as I forgot to set it up the truck stopped into an alley and came out a rather beautiful woman she smiled and told me something "Your second chance, use it wisely" "But I've failed" "I know, give me the bomb and I'll destroy it in the meanwhile, go out and enjoy life while you still can, ask out the girl that you've been liking for the past month, I can sense her liking you back." © 2012 Death StalkerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 2, 2012 Last Updated on May 2, 2012 Author![]() Death StalkerTucson, AZAboutI like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..Writing
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