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 Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:40 pm
I hope you can hear me
Who ever you may be
If you can see the world through both eyes
If you can cry for those who suffer
If you have the words to heal any wound
If you can touch the untouchable
If you can hear my pleas then tell them of my tears tell tem of my unhappiness
Tell them of all the suffering and all I suffer
Tell them that I am still here
Tell them I am real
Show them my words of crimson red that runs off the silken scroll that is my skin
Show them the never ending rain the ceases to fall
Let them hear my song of uncontrollable pain
Let them hear my screams of pain
All the burden fallen upon my shoulders
Let them hear Suicide’s whisper
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:51 pm
Hm... what I get from this - but probably isn't correct - is that the narrator is taking a special time to reflect on themself and the people around him/her. The narrator's bitterness towards them comes out in the sound of a conversation between him/her and death. And when the narrator commits suicide, this is like the hope of touching - scarring, even - them after death.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 9:53 am
..and Bingo was his name-o.
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