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...Beware The Price To Pay...I watched from above and as I looked down, There she was, deathly white and lying down. I could see right inside her very heart… Oh why on earth did this nightmare start! Pints of blood were on the floor at her side, Her wrists were slit, and a wound gaping wide! In a heap on the stone cold, polished tiled floor, A chair propped up tight against the bathroom door! Shower is running, steaming the room, While there on the floor, lay the body of doom! Suicide is frowned upon and is a mortal sin… Beware the reaper, for your soul the devil will win! Hustle bustle noises, people coming to see… There were many who wanted to know the name of she! She who lays dead, surrounded in blood, A saddened sight of a girl who never did any good! She couldn't take any more her mind was so messed, Addicted to drugs…and no-one had guessed! So now she lay cold, motionless there on the floor, And suddenly someone burst open the door! Tears all around her, people crying in pain, They can't understand why she did it, there was no gain! But the gain to her was a blessed release… The end of a nightmare life, which had no peace… But now she will reap the reward so earned… The devils fork drives home a lesson learned… And as harsh as that fork sticking in her side! She doesn't regret the way or fact that she died! They cover her body; she looks down from above, Gladly leaving a life which was vacant of love! You win you lose, but the game of chance is done, She erred to the evil, and again the devil has won! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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