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Slit my wrists
And hope to die,
I'm sick of all
The tears I cry.
A pool of blood
Beneath my feet,
Death come soon
And vengeance sweet.
Slit your throat
And watch you die,
Not one more tear
For you I'll cry.
A pool of blood
Lay to be found,
My vengeance came
You're dead on the ground...

I watch the river
Of crimson red flow
From a wound
Of self-infliction.
My feelings of sorrow
So closely known
In my mind's eye
Depressions victim.
I feel the river
Of crimson red flow
From the wound
Of your infliction.
My feelings of sorrow
You'll always know
In my eyes
I was your devoted victim...

I remain in silence
As time goes by
In a pool of blood
I let out a sigh
I run the blade
Across my skin
A trail of blood
Is left again
A rejected angel
With tears in my eyes
My blade still in hand
I just want to die
I bring the blade down
Piercing my heart
We were so close together
And yet so far apart

in the dark

i run from him

he's haunting

i can't escape him



at a dead end

frozen with fear

no where to run

it all will end here



still in the dark

he grabs a hold of me

too weak to fight

I still try to scream



my scream was unheard

what's wrong with me

i feel a sharp pain

and then fall to my knees



he swears he still loves me

i'm tired of that lie

i've given up my life

now it's his turn to cry

Why must you haunt

my every dream?

A ghost of my thoughts

makeing me scream.

Your piercing blue eyes

and smileing face.

The love in your voice

that i can never erase.

Your soft, gentle touch

when ever I cry.

My once loved memories

that will never die.

You've long held my heart

and made it feel new.

We've long since parted

and I'm cursed to love you.

My love is like

a nightmare,

So dark and

so forsakeing.

My heart is like

a heavy lead,

On my soul a toll

it's takeing.

So much i long

to hate you,

And not forgive

the things you'd do.

But no matter

how hard I try,

I will love you

past the day i die.

A little rag doll

on a shelf,

Sat in the dark

all by herself.

Her porcilan face

could not be saved,

And the sparkel in her eyes

was left to fade.

Her lovely hair

a tangled mess,

Had anyone loved her

one could only guess.

And then a newer doll

arived,

With angel wings

and a tear in her eye.

Her once white gown

stained and torn,

And her silver hailo

tarnished and worn.

Rag doll asked the angel

"why do you cry?"

"I have no friends."

was crying angel's solemn reply.

Rag doll hugged the angel

who let out a sigh,

"I will be your friend

if you promise to be mine."

I slit my wrists
to feel alive,
The numbing pain
no longer trapped inside...
Another slide of the blade
across my skin,
The fountain of my life's
blood runs thick again...
The tears of pain
that no longer are clear,
Stain the blade red
as my unconciousness nears...
I've gone too deep this time
there's no turning back,
As my last breaths are taken
my vision goes black...