Going, Going, Going, Gone

by Jennifer   Nov 20, 2005


A sharpened knife lay in my hand...

In my minds a picture of a new land...

The knife lowers toward my chest...

As it slides slowly through my breast...

Pain isn't what I feel right now...

As the knife reaches my bone you wonder how...

Suddenly the knife reaches the heart you broke...

The same heart you'd constantly provoke...

Death comes more slow than fast...

My life is at its very last...

So I'm going, moving on...

Going, Going, Going, GONE!!!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Semaran

    I suppose its a little morbid but personally i enjoyed that. catchy ending but i would have put another 'going' in the second to last line.
    very nice as they say keep writing, keep flowing lets keep this world going.

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