Jan 21, 2007 23:35
Cut deep now,
let it run,
dripping down,
feel it leave your vein.
CUT IT DEEP!
kill the pain,
anger can’t live,
in something that’s dead.
Fall to the floor,
your alone,
dark,
cold.
Eyelids hard to open,
no more breath,
a small voice,
moan.
Limp,
dead to the world,
no change,
just joy.
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in something that’s dead.
so true. morbid. but true.
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