Tuesday, 21 August 2012
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A Prayer (without the loaded gun)
God,
Give me death
As readily as you gave me breath.
I wish only to die
So that I may never again lie
When I look in the face of another
And pretend I don’t see my mother.
Give me freedom from this pain,
Build me a shelter from the rain.
Give me the cold comfort of my Father’s arms,
And all the vicious words with which Misery charms.
I will go to bed and rest my weary head for the last time.
So please, God, let this be the last goddamn rhyme.
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Comments (8)
"So that I may never again lie
When I look in the face of another
And pretend I don’t see my mother."
damn, that hit home
@LiquidityOfSelf - writing never felt as good as writing this one did, or those lines. Every ill thought and sick feeling that's been building for weeks got put into that one.
Powerful. I like the dark chop of the last line.
@ohellino - thanks
@MyHomeIsWriting - How amazing...how everything can culminate into just a few lines. That's clear, efficient writing at its best.
Ah, to let go with some honesty. Don't it feel good! Mothers can be such a pain in the arse...I know, I R 1
the last line made me chuckle ^_^
@jzrocker - I'm glad someone sees some humor in this<3