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Friday, January 02, 2009

Suicide (A Conceptual Piece Born In The Dark Place In My Soul Today...*UPDATED* 1/15)

Friday, January 02, 2009

Suicide

("The Death Of Hope" by Frida Kahlo)




This piece is still evolving, thus the slashes between undecided lines - a metaphor within itself, I suppose, etc...it will continue to evolve for those of you with the heart and the insight to actually read it, those who know of the story in which it echoes, and those of you who run deep enough to even begin to understand...

(Dedicated to T.A.C. - affectionately known in my circle and to me LIFE, as "The Anti-Christ"...)





SUICIDE (THE DEATH OF HOPE)


Guess this is a note
Of suicide
See I'm marking the day
That the hope in me died
And I've nothing to lose
And I've nothing to hide
Hell, I don't even really
Have any pride (left)

You've scarred my soul
And dimmed my light
You bore my karma
Constant night / plight
I've nothing left
With which to fight
These wings, now clipped
Cannot take flight

Broken in ways
Words cannot describe
You ripped out my heart
Then twisted the knife
Thus, I fear no one as
Truth and life fail to twine
Bleeding out like the tide
It's my final goodbye...

See I'm all out of love
And you’ve run out of time
We're all out of meter
And all out of rhyme
No song left in me
Just an endless rewind
Disfigured remnants
That can no longer cry

Though you might think it sad
There'll be no 'one last try'
Imagine me free
Of your chains, of your lie / of this life
Do not say of a broken heart
Hope died
Say she loved me through hell / too well
'Twas suicide


~ Copyright © AnOmali 101 ~




("The Suicide of Dorothy Hale" by Frida Kahlo)













In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.

~ Lord Byron ~


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