The Art Of SuicideA Poem by Tina KlineWhen the internal pain blossoms The hurt and despair When Death - The Beautiful Lover Has Her cold fingers tenderly in your hair Her cold breath fans your face Eager for Her kiss Eager for Her embrace Then you know it’s true To take your passion all the way Ecstasy - Rapture - The Deadness goes away In a warm bath With the candles low A little Chablis and Chardonnay The briquettes softly glow Enrique Iglesias’ “Escape” softly sighs Carbon monoxide - Vanilla perfume drifting No razors - No pills - Only a romantic way to die Take Suicide - Take Her love - Desire - Kissing There is no drama No violence - No pain No attention getting phone calls Unless - When I die - Help is in vain Photo of loved ones on a shelf A flower - A drawing - A love poem Of a longing - Ending a lifetime of being alone Death seeps into the small enclosed room Soothing Death - Toxins drifting everywhere With a relaxing sigh I am so very glad to die The water is cold Enrique sings no more The candles are stubs They found duct tape along the door The wine is gone The goblet is dry After years of asking for help Can anyone rightly ask, “Why?” © 2010 Tina KlineFeatured Review
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Added on August 14, 2010Last Updated on August 14, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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