Beauty at the end
This could just turn out to be
my suicide note
‘cause I want it all to end
My body is restless wreckage
And all the life in me is spent
Why, tell me, shouldn’t I
if i’m not home by night
cry one last cry
and then just turn out the light?
But I’m afraid that if I’ll fly
Everything will be
Just beauty
For me to miss out on
That from mid-air going down
All will be brightly coloured under the yellowest sun
I’m afraid that if I pull the trigger
My blood will mingle with the light of
a Sunny day
For which I’m not around
That poisons make me sleep and give me dreams of life
In which I’m nowhere to be found
I can’t live as faded memories
Drowned in grief and pain
Walking out myself and leaving
Nothin but a stain
On a life that I received
That’s just nothing
Irresponsible
Or so I once believed
Ofcourse I will not fly
or shoot or take some pills
Life is free, a given fact
Filled with unexpected thrills
That’s what makes the world go round
It is
What makes me life-bound
I’ll just take life
With on it’s way
Some beauty from mid-air
I can’t have all but that’s allright
I know that You are fair
I never planned on suicide
Death will never win
With You my life is much to bright
You make my whole world spin
Well I guess that’s what I wrote
It can never be a suicide note
my suicide note
‘cause I want it all to end
My body is restless wreckage
And all the life in me is spent
Why, tell me, shouldn’t I
if i’m not home by night
cry one last cry
and then just turn out the light?
But I’m afraid that if I’ll fly
Everything will be
Just beauty
For me to miss out on
That from mid-air going down
All will be brightly coloured under the yellowest sun
I’m afraid that if I pull the trigger
My blood will mingle with the light of
a Sunny day
For which I’m not around
That poisons make me sleep and give me dreams of life
In which I’m nowhere to be found
I can’t live as faded memories
Drowned in grief and pain
Walking out myself and leaving
Nothin but a stain
On a life that I received
That’s just nothing
Irresponsible
Or so I once believed
Ofcourse I will not fly
or shoot or take some pills
Life is free, a given fact
Filled with unexpected thrills
That’s what makes the world go round
It is
What makes me life-bound
I’ll just take life
With on it’s way
Some beauty from mid-air
I can’t have all but that’s allright
I know that You are fair
I never planned on suicide
Death will never win
With You my life is much to bright
You make my whole world spin
Well I guess that’s what I wrote
It can never be a suicide note
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Zilke: | Zaterdag, februari 19, 2005 21:53 |
| Prachtig!! Doet me een beetje denken aan American Beauty :) Bloedmooi, treffend opgebouwd.. |
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| Tershi: | Dinsdag, juni 08, 2004 20:27 |
| ..wow.. erg mooi *inleefbaar* better, cause this is the happy end :) pfieuw Liefs, Floor |
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| Sophietje: | Woensdag, mei 19, 2004 22:48 |
| ....bezig het te verwerken..... erg erg mooi geschreven... (Grote stilte) |
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| Tim Mooij: | Maandag, april 12, 2004 17:41 |
| not that I ever planned on suicide. I was just trying to get in someones head who maybe plans on it. so dont think im goin to kill myself :) | |
| The unreachable: | Maandag, april 12, 2004 17:08 |
| Glad to hear that! Very nice poem! | |
| Thuringwethil : | Maandag, april 12, 2004 17:06 |
| so glad you see there is much more to explore.. |
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| MayadeBij: | Maandag, april 12, 2004 16:40 |
| =:)}}) pompompomtidatidum.. trala.. | |
| *Cheseri*: | Maandag, april 12, 2004 15:27 |
| *stilte..* liefs, pricilla.. |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 april 2004 | ||
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