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(Message started by: ShadowLord on Jul 17^th, 2006, 3:06am)

Title: Poem
Post by ShadowLord on Jul 17^th, 2006, 3:06am

Memories -- 7/17/2006

Your hair,
Your eyes,
Your lips,
Your tears,
Memories of you,
Drifting past,
Becoming brilliant,
Before fading away,
Until finally,
They are all gone,
Leaving me empty,
Alone,
Dying in my misery,
Until finally,
I just fade away too.

What if you woke up tomorrow to find that your whole life is gone. Everything you've worked for, cared for, loved has disappeared. Not dead, but out of your life. And slowly you realize that you are not you anymore. You may talk the same, look the same, act the same as you used to, but it's all an act, and eventually you realize that the madness (http://mysite.verizon.net/shadowlrd/words/index.html) lurking around the edges of your view has taken over while you weren't looking. Is suicide really suicide if your life is over anyways?

PFDAN...................................................................... ShadowLord

Title: Re: Poem
Post by Dissident on Jul 17^th, 2006, 3:12am

Ever think about writing some lyrics for TOOL? ;)

Title: Re: Poem
Post by BikerBob on Jul 17^th, 2006, 4:27am

on 07/17/06 at 03:06:34, ShadowLord wrote:

Memories -- 7/17/2006

Is suicide really suicide if your life is over anyways?

PFDAN...................................................................... ShadowLord

Reply from Hunter S. Thompson

"Hunter here, from the great beyond, well, from beyond. Place isn't any fucking better here than what you meat-bound suckers are laden with. Don't fucking pity how some desperate soul leaves the world, just congratulate the occasional player with the balls to choose his own door out and move on. I didn't make love to the gun and the bullet didn't fuck my head spurting brain ejaculate onto the wall. I weighed my options, made the decision, shot myself, end of story. I avoided sure death 13 times before, but I could no longer avoid something that eons of flawed genetic programming cumulated in: that pathetic splattered mess I left behind. No matter how you live your life, it will end the same way, collapsing alone into a void. Nobody is going to make that trip with you, so you'd better prepare yourself for it now. I saw the tunnel, I saw the light and do you know what it is? The light? Just one big burial site for all unfulfilled hopes and dreams still burning with desire. They say to go toward the light, like hell, I ran from it. With every ounce of willpower left to my thin existence, I ran. I have no unfulfilled hopes or dreams to contribute... and that's the lesson man, that's what it's about. You've got your one chance, don't fuck it up before you come here and piously march into that light secretly burning with your petty wishes."