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by Moose Oct 29, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Silent Suicide Across the field, in the cold night air I saw a dark shape, a man standing there With his eyes to the ground and his face to the sky The lonely wind carried me his scared, chilling cry As the moon glinted off tears, alive yet so rare He held the revolver high as the wind whipped at his hair Blood arced through space, falling as he died I was the only witness to his silent suicide.
by Lady Nik
I really like this one. it's good. shanik