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The Death of Sebastian DeJorge by ~wishididntwakeup:iconwishididntwakeup:





Horrid after death sudders run through your body.
The blood drenched walls scream in agonizing pain
    as they give off your resilient heat.
I hold your limp lifeless body close to mine.
The thought you loved me never crossed my mind.
"I love you Michelle I always have please
    forgive me."
Those words haunt my dreams.
The thought we shared the same bed.
The sensation of your now long gone embrace.
As I sit here in a pool of blood I weep.
Not tears of sorrow, but drops of liquid emotions
   swirling down my face.
They well up like my love for you and tear sickly
    twisted paths screeching their sorrow filled song.
Wiped away with clenched fists.
I blugeon your chest with heated anger and kiss
    the soft bruises.
Slivers of words escape between breaths.
I loved you. I cant be less true.
I see the gun lie on the floor.
Blood oozes from its muzzle like a beast who has
    captured its prey.
The self inflicted shots and screams of family still
    echo in my head.
Over and over like demented fun house music,
    but alas your gone.
My security stripped.
Manic depressive children run bursting into flames
    down the sidewalks of my brain.
Burdens of exsistance refuses to lift.
The beast with its one eye staring between mine.
A clap of thunder.
Swift slow-motioned darkness creeps over me.
Once again we dance in each others pajamas to
    music that really isn't there.
Serenity fills my soul as i see our bodies entwined
    on the floor.
Love
Anger
Love
Hate
Love
Revenge
Love
Death
Love
©2004-2009 ~wishididntwakeup
:iconwishididntwakeup:

Author's Comments

This was a poem I wrote the night my best friend died. He was my everything and he kept me alive.

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:iconxmisusednoveltyx:
...wow...just wow. The emotion in this peice is so strong. There are too mant great lines and emotions to highlight, but this, this is a great peice...Serenity fills my soul as i see our bodies entwined on the floor...wow...just wow...
:iconxmisusednoveltyx:
[I dont mean to pry, just curious, is this a true story?]
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:iconxbleedingcherryx:
This piece means a lot to me, mostly because it means sooo much to you! I'm sad to hear about the story, but you are such a great girl, and have given me advice which might infact save me from myself. Thank you soo much....just thank you :hug:
:icontranevoneinengel:
wooow

that and your comment just there is too amazing

and i like the last lines where every other word says love
:icontranevoneinengel:
ya im feelin that poem alright
:iconxmisusednoveltyx:
wow. I'm sorry to hear that. Im sure he ment a lot to you. :hug:
:iconwishididntwakeup:
thank you for caring enough to bother with reading this crap, he did mean alot to me and it means just as much to have you and Kristal keeping up with my stuff :D :hug:

--
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice.


A continual extinction of personality. - T.S. Eliot
:iconwishididntwakeup:
i know how it feels to need and long for a person who in every sense is nonjudgemental and i will do my best to try to help you and anyone who is lucky enough to be friends with you through all the problems you might have, just tell me about them

--
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice.


A continual extinction of personality. - T.S. Eliot

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