The Act (Part 3)

by Extinct Angel   Jul 23, 2008


The curtain closes
As the act of death
Falls to heavy handed
Souls who cared and
Sympathized with him
No it wasn't a
Natural cause of death
It was suicide he
Cut his wrist beyond
Belief the razor dragged
Through skin, muscle
Tendons, and veins ending
His life in total shame
The last thought he has was
Where do I go from here?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ash

    A very sad and painful write. The knife should not be the possesor of life yet the being behind should be the one to make the choices in life. Though times may seem to bring on more pain and grief, one must keep one's head up high and with the belief that time will heal all wounds.
    Nice though very saddening write! 5/5 from me

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