His Death

by lovely   Jul 30, 2007


I watch the way
he moved.
I listened
to all the words he spoke.
His eyes so blue
his hair so blonde.
His name seemed
so pure,
but it wasn't.
It was vain
and banal.
But his beauty,
like Dorian Gray's.
It's a dreadful fate.
But i feel no pity.
His death is his own,
though dramatized.
His suicide.

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  • 17 years ago

    by TrueLover

    Suicide is not always a selfish act...I mean, yes, on some levels it is, and sometimes it is an act of pure cowardice...but no one can really understand what is going on in a person's mind when they are thinking about taking their own life...let alone when they are doing it. No one can know what kind of pain that person is in, what could possible make them consider something like that.

  • 17 years ago

    by sheila

    Excellent job keep on writting u have talent =]

    * $HEILA *

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