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			<description>THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE 
 
A Gothic Horror Story 
 
by Robert Davidson 
 
I have killed myself 
and today I attend my own funeral - 
But last...</description>
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE<br />
<br />
A Gothic Horror Story<br />
<br />
by Robert Davidson<br />
<br />
I have killed myself<br />
and today I attend my own funeral -<br />
But last night I went down to the morgue<br />
and there identified your body<br />
<br />
Electric light gives a certain grace to the dead!<br />
those awful slabs - unknown corpses laid out side by side<br />
rigid forms cold on marble slabs<br />
<br />
Water distends a corpse unpleasantly<br />
parchment skin bloats a drowned girl<br />
Your smile frozen, mocking - your stiff set lips -<br />
and then comes a moment in which<br />
I have gone through more than I lived in years<br />
<br />
Speechless with emotion, I cried<br />
life is very cruel and love the cruelest cut of all<br />
If I could not have you, why then -<br />
I gripped your dress and your flesh with it<br />
and made you face the darkening river.<br />
You didn't think I'd do it!<br />
<br />
What should I do with my love for you?<br />
hate it, fear it, because it is too much for me?<br />
Such cruel stabs of pain love gives -<br />
I stood on the very knife-edge of life.<br />
<br />
In all things human there is a shedding of tears<br />
as we struggle with each other for love<br />
And now in a dream scream<br />
I burst my skin open, letting the blood run<br />
I open my throat with a knife.<br />
<br />
As a ghost I stand by<br />
as they lower my coffin into the ground -<br />
In all the searchings of my heart<br />
I have never felt more wounded, more broken, more alone<br />
Your last words to me as keen as blade-thrusts -<br />
Now knowing my soul would never rest<br />
I knew my defeat was complete.<br />
<br />
Copyright 2006<br />
<br />
http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE 
 
A Gothic Horror Story 
 
by Robert Davidson 
 
I have killed myself 
and today I attend my own funeral - 
But last...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><br />
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE<br />
<br />
A Gothic Horror Story<br />
<br />
by Robert Davidson<br />
<br />
I have killed myself<br />
and today I attend my own funeral -<br />
But last night I went down to the morgue<br />
and there identified your body<br />
<br />
Electric light gives a certain grace to the dead!<br />
those awful slabs - unknown corpses laid out side by side<br />
rigid forms cold on marble slabs<br />
<br />
Water distends a corpse unpleasantly<br />
parchment skin bloats a drowned girl<br />
Your smile frozen, mocking - your stiff set lips -<br />
and then comes a moment in which<br />
I have gone through more than I lived in years<br />
<br />
Speechless with emotion, I cried<br />
life is very cruel and love the cruelest cut of all<br />
If I could not have you, why then -<br />
I gripped your dress and your flesh with it<br />
and made you face the darkening river.<br />
You didn't think I'd do it!<br />
<br />
What should I do with my love for you?<br />
hate it, fear it, because it is too much for me?<br />
Such cruel stabs of pain love gives -<br />
I stood on the very knife-edge of life.<br />
<br />
In all things human there is a shedding of tears<br />
as we struggle with each other for love<br />
And now in a dream scream<br />
I burst my skin open, letting the blood run<br />
I open my throat with a knife.<br />
<br />
As a ghost I stand by<br />
as they lower my coffin into the ground -<br />
In all the searchings of my heart<br />
I have never felt more wounded, more broken, more alone<br />
Your last words to me as keen as blade-thrusts -<br />
Now knowing my soul would never rest<br />
I knew my defeat was complete.<br />
<br />
Copyright 2006<br />
<br />
http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com</blockquote>

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