The LaSt scEnE oF my l!FE
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The LaSt scEnE oF my l!FE
من طرف seema السبت يناير 23, 2010 8:38 pm
It was in the afternoon, when I started to fantasize
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About my last tears, my final silent goodbye
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I took my daily drug of sad music, over dose this time
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And drown myself in the suicide notes, I started to write
...
The sun was setting, so my soul was
..
Treasuring those last rays, which were begging me to stay
…
Now, I enter the bathroom, with a knife in my hand
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I exactly know what I want to do, just I don’t know how
…
My family is thoughtless, of what I tend to do
..
They are there in the living room, living their daily lies
…
I looked in the mirror, and started to cry, a part of me...is not ready
…
But there is no bravery without fear, so I took the knife...And start to cut
...
The first cut, realized my pain and blood, the view is magical, the pain is irresistible
The second cut, somehow deeper, my memories started to pour
…
From my childhood, and all the way until now
…
When I was swinging on my old school’s noisy seesaw
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And the first tree I tried to climb
…
And my first toy, I had to name
…
And my first dream, I had to crave for
…
The vision stopped, so I cut again
The whole ground is sinking, with my own pure blood
…
Red and pure like my first love….mixed with childhood laughs and games
…
Sticky like my first breaking, so harsh and very hurting…,
and my first innocence spoiling happening…, and my first ugly betrayall
…
The vision completes itself, to reach my present
…
As I hear the laughs of my family, my tears disappeared,
knowing the end of those laughs, I draw a smile on my face, and I feel peace
…
At this point I was already on the ground, so I decided to die standing
…
Istoond up; lift my head up slowly, to look in the mirror
…
I am so pale frozen and cold…as I stare in my eyes again…another vision passes by
What have I done…what I was thinking
…
Oh my God…I don’t deserve saying your name anymore
,
How could I… commit this unforgivable sin, why didn’t I, pray before I think in this
…
Why didn’t I…look at your name around my neck…before I look on the knife…in my hand
…?
What should I do now
…?
Get out and face the world with my shame
…?
Or stay in…and face my god with my sin
….?
…
About my last tears, my final silent goodbye
…
I took my daily drug of sad music, over dose this time
…
And drown myself in the suicide notes, I started to write
...
The sun was setting, so my soul was
..
Treasuring those last rays, which were begging me to stay
…
Now, I enter the bathroom, with a knife in my hand
…
I exactly know what I want to do, just I don’t know how
…
My family is thoughtless, of what I tend to do
..
They are there in the living room, living their daily lies
…
I looked in the mirror, and started to cry, a part of me...is not ready
…
But there is no bravery without fear, so I took the knife...And start to cut
...
The first cut, realized my pain and blood, the view is magical, the pain is irresistible
The second cut, somehow deeper, my memories started to pour
…
From my childhood, and all the way until now
…
When I was swinging on my old school’s noisy seesaw
…
And the first tree I tried to climb
…
And my first toy, I had to name
…
And my first dream, I had to crave for
…
The vision stopped, so I cut again
The whole ground is sinking, with my own pure blood
…
Red and pure like my first love….mixed with childhood laughs and games
…
Sticky like my first breaking, so harsh and very hurting…,
and my first innocence spoiling happening…, and my first ugly betrayall
…
The vision completes itself, to reach my present
…
As I hear the laughs of my family, my tears disappeared,
knowing the end of those laughs, I draw a smile on my face, and I feel peace
…
At this point I was already on the ground, so I decided to die standing
…
Istoond up; lift my head up slowly, to look in the mirror
…
I am so pale frozen and cold…as I stare in my eyes again…another vision passes by
What have I done…what I was thinking
…
Oh my God…I don’t deserve saying your name anymore
,
How could I… commit this unforgivable sin, why didn’t I, pray before I think in this
…
Why didn’t I…look at your name around my neck…before I look on the knife…in my hand
…?
What should I do now
…?
Get out and face the world with my shame
…?
Or stay in…and face my god with my sin
….?
seema- مشرفة
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تاريخ التسجيل : 22/01/2010
رد: The LaSt scEnE oF my l!FE
من طرف Grave_Digger السبت يناير 23, 2010 9:15 pm
anyway i don't know what to say ur imagination is very beautiful
waiting ur next article
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