Wednesday, April 15, 2009

SUICIDE

A tear on my cheek
An outlook so bleak
I feel only sorrow
When I look to tomorrow
Horrid despair
Filling the air
Losing my grip
I begin to slip
Heart full of pain
Can't get out of the rain
I'm falling away
My soul decays
From my wrist flows blood
A crimson flood
Fading to black
No going back

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