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Date Posted: 14:34:10 02/22/00 Tue
Author: Paul Douglas
Subject: Last Pages

Hands of moonlight cover the earth,
blinding in its towering glow,
as vaporous mist engulfs the night
and steals away my purity of heart.

A stink of some feeling inside, hope?
causes me to close the shutters
and withdraw back into the shadows,
grasping the needle voraciously.

Oblivion rushes through the veins
as heroin channels hope to the beyond,
blood coursing from these empty eyes
and blanketing my essence in solitude.

My hands reach out from the abyss
and vacantly drag along the mirror,
leaden fingers trembling uncontrollably,
for all that stares back at me is a zombie.

This soul is trying to kill itself time
after time and the horror is too deep,
a chaotic shriek builds within my lungs
and my head pounds into glass.

The mirror shatters more after each strike
and shards of glass imbed themselves in me,
my body swaying precariously until the end
as it crashes onto the hollow, wooden floor.

The glass drives itself further into my skull
and my eyes cave open, flutter, then close tight,
my mind wandering in the dreaming scene
as the blood collects in a crimson pool.

Movement. Time. Change. Drifting.
Macabre. Tomb. Carcass. Death.

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