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Poems An ice cold blanket of blood red snow coats the earth.
Staring wide-eyed at the sky, he lies motionless.
Flashes of the past run by like a train,
remembering old friends long gone.
His hand clasps a wet cross, as jesus weeps his blood.
Then, with a last breath, a cold tear runs down his face,
as he is happy.
Wow..this is so great. Very moving....i really love it. I love the way you wrote it. I have a lot of poems on suicide, and one kinda like this. Not as good, lol Anywayz, this poem is great.