Bleak poems

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For the death of my best friend I avenge,
I pull my knife close to my side and hunger for revenge.

My eyes ache with pain from staying bloodshot red,
I revel over how to cut your throat; so that I make sure I leave you dead.

I can think of no more happy times when I sneak up from behind you,
I pull you directly into my blade as I pierce your throat through.

You kick your feet and grasp your neck all to no avail,
I bet you wish the cops had found you, and you were safely in jail.

I stick the knife into your chest and look into your eyes, wondering...what goes through a man's head, just before he dies?

He looks at me, drops to his knees, and with his eyes begs me to spare his life,
I laugh at that, cause he didn't give Allen a chance to enjoy his kids or share his youth with his wife.....

R.I.P. Allen Q. My best friend past

Wes, that has a very admirably natural flow to it, good job. (PS seek immediate therapy ) just kidding (unless you need it)

I'll refer you to some very recent postings on other thread

http://www.captaincynic.com/thread.php3/thrdid=1043006372-u-frmid=15-u-p
age=7

LOL, therapy....yeah I could use that, lol.

I like the poems Leftwood, the one about your brother especially.

My nights are cold, my days are weak;
you're image follows me even when I sleep.
I hate you for the pain you bring,
but love you for the way you sing.
I envy you for all of your beauty,
and despise you for the way you ignore me.
I yearn for you to love me dear,
but I just can't wait and live in fear.
Because you know I'd die for you,
so you could be quite less than true.
I would still be there, you'd have that faith;
while I'd remain a lonely wraith.
You hurt my heart beyond repair,
while it seemed that you didn't even care.
Bitterness and loneliness are my only friends,
because of you everything has come to an end.
And so I sit with thoughts of death,
thinking of taking my last breath.
I squeeze my fists and hit the wall,
and to my knees I come to fall.
I weep and curse because of my love for you,
you know nothing of my love; no clue.
W.H.S.

Wow thats quite the coincidence.

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Wow thats quite the coincidence.

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Why is that?