The Unfinished Verse Options

[*CrackedRearView*]

He died.
A dry, emotionless sentence with a period,
Existing only to inform,
It pierces through your heart with unrelenting vigor,
Igniting painful fervor…

You’re forced to accept it; pushed to comply,
To agree with the sentence:
He died, get over it; move on,
Find healing somewhere else,
There’s no solace in that sentence…

You’re also bound to live with the feeling,
You know that feeling,
The stake and the vine:
The stake that impales your chest,
The vine that wraps around your heart,
You’re then told to progress,
And you falter…

That feeling, so arduous,
When you’d rather die than live,
But the awful logic behind it all
Represses that beautiful suicide;
Halts a scintillating euthanasia…

In truth, you’ve inherited a disorder,
An illness so afflictive,
Oh, sweet, dire grief.
But a prognosis is elusive; unfeasible,
A vehemence that words have forever evaded,
An enigma that only experience draws tangibility to…

Because such enigmatic woe is inexplicable,
This verse cannot be finished…

[*stephinika*]

wow...justin. that was beautiful and so very touching. i'm sorry about what you're going through right now. you express yourself through your words amazingly.

[*Azarel*]

Wow. I thought I had posted on this before. This is truly heart-wrenching, to refer to death so coldly, heartlessly. Such a large vocabulary only amplifies the grief and sadness. I'm sorry, love. I know.

[*not_your_average*]

Very touching Justin.

In truth, you’ve inherited a disorder,
An illness so afflictive,
Oh, sweet, dire grief.

My favorite line. I'm a huge fan, I have been for a long time.

[XtasyHigh]

woah. that's deep... how can yuu come up with stuff like that?