a shaded place of dark remorce
casts its shadow on my soul
and though i say to stay my corse
i find it hard to play my role
as silent tears run down my face
and dark thoughts begin to take
the evil deed my mind does chaise
but no i say or shell i bake
and with my dreams so far away
i bite down and grab my blade
only once I tell myself only once I say
with a flash of pain my despair to trade
across my wrist blood does swell
I watch entranced by its flow
my story I hope never to tell
as I watch the puddle grow
cut one, two now three are made
no longer can I feel my pain
and as I feel myself fade
I watch my blood go down the drain
 phurrys revenge · Mon Jul 11, 2011 @ 10:56pm · 0 Comments |
