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The Night

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Poor times of how I long for death
To feel the grim reapers icy cold breath
To take a knife and cut a vain
And close the door of what I do call sane
To see the mark upon thy wrist
Taunts me as I eagerly rest
Sitting there with a razor against my cold skin
Pondering, waiting, wondering what I should do
The temptation of making myself bleed, becomes so overwhelming
That I do cry in agony
To be nevermore, nothing but a steep six foot whole in the ground
The evil, the dark, takes over my soul
Like how money corrupts peoples mind into greed
The thought, the madness of what I do bare
Takes over my body forever, for centuries to share
So as I lie in the dark with my lights shut off and nothing but the still of the night
I, with a knife along side me, cry in utter pain
As I listen to the calm rain grow feirce against my frosted window
Making my choice, my freedom mistake
Weather to live or to die
I drop the cold steel
And cry
Cry myself to sleep
To a dream land that keeps me safe
A place where I wait for the night to come, the next
Of when I can finally be free...
I dunno what type of state i was in but i wrote it at night...as i was lying in bed just kind of wishing everyone would go away...
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Darkend-Tigress's avatar
wow ! :o.. Thats amazeing!..