Suicide (Is A Dish Best Served Cold)

by Ben   Aug 31, 2004


Her eyes glaze over
With the gray colour
Of dark storm clouds
No one hears her calls
But she?s screaming oh so loud

Her tender soft skin
Gracefully glides apart
And out of her skin seeps red
- The colour of her broken heart

The blood stained knife
Falls to the ground
Her body goes limp
And she dies without a sound

Her broken heart
Lays shattered on the floor
And that bloody knife
Was her solution to her internal sore

Her eyes slowly close
And her heart stops beating
And she dies happily
With the memory of your first meeting

© Ben.S 2004

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  • 20 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    Oh yeah, juliette, our one pussy cat. If you have nothing better to do then to come here and say shit about Ben's poem because your PMS'ing then that shows who is truly better, eh? (Incase you are too stupid to know, I'm saying Ben is better) Ben's poetry is sooooo much better than anything you could ever dream of writing. He's creative, smart, charming, enchatning, and nice. From your comment, it seems you are none of those. I hope you rot in the depths Heck.
    -Mort
    xx

  • 20 years ago

    by Ben

    geez, ur in a bad mood arent you, phaps if u stoped being such a b!!ch then u might actually realise even if it was a bad poem (which most people this it wasnt) even if it was a bad poem, it wouldnt matter, because it came from the heart, so instead of trying to make people feel bad, just dont say anything, now get a f'ing life and p!ss off. oh, and umm, just to let u know, it wasnt about my x gf, so u are wrong there.
    best of luck in the future
    Ben

  • 20 years ago

    by Ben

    i was walking to school one day, i was in a realli depressed mood, n it was storming, the whole sky was grey, n 4 some reason, it made me think of how some ones eyes must look as they die, so i made up a slight story, but put the girl in place of me to make it seem surreal, i hope thats better...
    Ben

  • 20 years ago

    by Broken Tears

    i dont get it... i mean i kno its about a girl killin herself but y? i didnt get it.. i kno you tried to say it but i didnt get it... sry im slo..

  • 20 years ago

    by nikki

    i just realised the whole reason it reminds me of that song is because whenever i listen to it i feel like i'm the girl thats being sung about and i feel like i'm inside the song, and your poem made me feel that exact same way, like i was that girl, and i could feel everything happening.
    xnikkix
    oh and the song is `strawberry gashes` by jack off jill in case you were wondering...