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Down to This

The pain finally exceeding her tolerance
Her life nothing but a vile dance;
with pain and suffering, the absence of Love.
No Grace was found with the Man Above.
And so it was time for death.
Her life down to one last breath.
Time to remove the pain evermore,
Her solution aimed to the core.
The note carved like stone into her abdomen
She proceeded on with her deadly sin.
She slipped herself into the noose,
like a little black dress, snug, not loose
As she withdrew herself from Life,
the pain to date no more the blade of a knife.
Life for her was no more, among-
And so she Hung.

Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 6:52 PM CST