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A Descent Girl... (Suicide II)
 Entry I: Her

She’s friendly,
She’s kind,
She’s always happy,
She has an open mind.

She says all the right things,
She makes you feel good,
She thinks the right way,
She does what you would.

When she’s in the room,
She lights up the place,
She bewitches all attention,
With her beutiful face.

When she speaks,
Her every word is gold,
You eagerly agree to her theories,
While leaving yours untold.

Entry II: As friends

Years go by,
You know her well,
A question emerges;
Is it time to tell?

You sence a bond,
All feels right,
Rehearsing what to say,
Late every night...

She drops casual hints,
The time is now...
...The place is here,
Your conscience doesn’t allow.

You ask yourself; How?
...The answer is to write,
Tell her in a letter,
So she can finally see the light.

Entry III: The Verdict

The wait is over,
As she holds out her hand...
...She gives you a letter,
Everything; is as planned.

The anticipation is lethal,
The answer is in your palm,
Your positive thoughts lure realism...
...As you strive to remain calm.

As you open the letter,
To meet your fate...
...You say a quick prayer,
In the hope of a worthwhile wait.

Quickly, a storm emerges...
...A storm of reality...
...A storm of tears...
...A storm of brutality;
In it’s deadliest form.

Entry IV: Recovery
Your aspirations are shattered,
Your heart has now adjourned;
As your dreams have been destroyed...
...Life... now needs no concern.

You consider leaving this cruel world...
...Leaving the misery behind;
Leaving the heartache previous...
...Salvation; you seek to find.

...Goodbye world...