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by Jack Nightengale   Aug 5, 2012


24 is the number of hours in a day,
The number of beats left to fade away.
Laying here cold and numb,
Deleting old memories realizing that I was dumb.

18 hours until the clock stops ticking,
The number of needles in my arm that they keep sticking.
Thought everything you said was real,
Forgot that heartache is a pain that fairytales don't feel.

12 more hours,
They'll be laying flowers.
Now my life is over tonight,
Tired of trying, no longer fighting, and now I'm just dying.

6 hours until the dirt is thrown,
Until my existence is blown.
No more crying, bleeding, or thinking,
All will be gone while you all start drinking

The clock has stopped ticking,
My heart is no longer beating,
As I close my eyes,
My last thought is goodnight.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    You better not go anywhere Mister...because I am right here Waiting for u: )

  • 12 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Good piece. I like the rhyming way, except for the last two lines which donot rhyme. I suggest you improve the one before the last, ending with 'eyes'. For example
    'as I close my eyes, not to see the light' or something like that. I enjoyed the flow 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    Thanks for the comment but cancer is a pain in the but and its not about suicide, I'm just letting go of everything. Thanks for the comment although you think its about suicide.

  • 12 years ago

    by X Harlea X

    Interesting piece, little suicidal, but it's good. Very powerful. Good job. ((5))

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