suicide, by Anathema Subscribe to rss feed for Anathema

late night,
another accident.
burning in the distance,
flames lapping at the sky.
another late-night car crash,
bodies on the ground.

buried in the wreckage;
the place you used to live,
broken, twisted metal,
the place you used to hide.
the body where you'd wait your life out,
minutes at a time.

bleeding, useless, 
into the soil-
gravel's finite black,
all the life inside you
from which you turned your back.

last breath in the wreckage,
a useless human skin.
buried in the wreckage,
your empty soul within.
buried in the wreckage,
cast your broken heart aside..

found your new way to heal.
Posted: 2005-05-16 23:54:38 UTC

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