thinking it through

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    thinking it through

    Is the silence so profound

    That looking now above the silent peaks

    Of looming mountains

    Beauty still cannot be found

    And here in you embrace

    It is all I can do

    Not to look into your auburn eyes

    And why not jump

    Escape with you

    My demented lover

    Who until now was just a safety cord

    To pull me up

    When the sea of blue was suffocating

    When not even the drugs could help

    When slicing my skin with such a

    Gentle

    Deadly

    Sharp

    Blade

    Could entrap my fears into one whole being

    And I wonder why

    When all of that really just tore me up

    The drugs turning my mind to its will

    And even now

    I don’t control the blade slowly slicing my arm into beautiful shreds

    It controls me

    Calling to me when I just want to be in his arms

    Cradled in a love I could never understand

    But could only return

    He now asks me to do something I have tried to attempt before

    Do I have the guts now

    Now that I have everything to lose

    Yet nothing if he is at risk

    And if

    In fact

    This is what he wants

    Why not give it to him

    I squeeze his hand

    His fingers already interlacing through mine

    And we breathe our last

    I look into his auburn eyes

    Clear with satisfaction and the knowledge of choice

    We jump in sync

     

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    lillyrain commented on thinking it through

    05-22-2009

    I think it is good. I only say this because I care and I'm not putting you down or anything but its a little choppy put a couple of sentences together it get just a bit confusing when read.(I do the same thing lol) I like the ending though. Over all though it is really good.

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