Obscene Eyedeas
September 30th, 2010, 05:34 PM
alice awoke one day to the sound of death. her time had come. she was alone now the fight was over. noone could hear her cry for help she'd tried but her screams went unanswered. she couldn't communicate with the world, encased in glass. She banged and clawed the barrier until blood consumed her hands and fell like tears to the ground. she didn't give a Fuck anymore. she would hang herself from a tree she had once treasured but now symbolized all her life in one dilapidated pathetic stance. she would jump and dream of nothingness. when she would reach the end. the rope would coil around her, snapping her neck and kill her she deserved worse. she decided to try to call for help one last time knowing it will go unanswered she is curled up deciding what date would be easiest to fulfill her task. alices suicide note is a poem she pleads to be answered:
On the eve of death as my blood flows,
i see your smile it cuts to the bone,
once i craved healing, yearned for life,
now i deign to split my neck to die
alone, forever, can anyone reach this child of death and torture,
she who used to care for the world, she who choose loneliness,
she who needs help she has never had growing up with satan.
you pull your hand away turn a blind eye, then mourn me,
too afraid to try and save me, noone can understand me,
tears dried up in infancy she longs for help,
i am laying in a bed of razor blades blood pools from my neck
the persistent scream of the lost: can you help me?
On the eve of death as my blood flows,
i see your smile it cuts to the bone,
once i craved healing, yearned for life,
now i deign to split my neck to die
alone, forever, can anyone reach this child of death and torture,
she who used to care for the world, she who choose loneliness,
she who needs help she has never had growing up with satan.
you pull your hand away turn a blind eye, then mourn me,
too afraid to try and save me, noone can understand me,
tears dried up in infancy she longs for help,
i am laying in a bed of razor blades blood pools from my neck
the persistent scream of the lost: can you help me?