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weapon
..put the open-end of the gun barrel against my face..
..and don't let me linger suspended there at great length..
..molest or kill me..
..but don't leave me coveting in the romances of death..
..put the blade against my throat..
..but don't waiver..
..on the fence post unstable between awareness and oblivion..
..fuck or kill me..
..but don't leave..
..without damaging me..
..empty the death cylinder into the front of my skull..
..empty me of the poison of myself..
..and don't let me linger suspended there at great length..
..molest or kill me..
..but don't leave me coveting in the romances of death..
..put the blade against my throat..
..but don't waiver..
..on the fence post unstable between awareness and oblivion..
..fuck or kill me..
..but don't leave..
..without damaging me..
..empty the death cylinder into the front of my skull..
..empty me of the poison of myself..
Published 22nd Jan 2010
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Anonymous
20th Feb 2010 1:31am
and the first two lines are a fucking masterstroke. Loved the phrase 'death cylinder'. If only more poetry was this daring and open and honest.
20th Feb 2010 1:36am
well thanks so much jack.. yeah and I guess the first line and "death cylinder" go together don't they.. I have a fascination with death by a gun shot.. usually self inflicted in my fantasies..
