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One swift stroke
And the mood is changed.
One quick slit
And the pain is claimed.
Blood runs from my eyes,
Open wounds gushing tears,
Comforting me when I die.
Pain alluding to my lies.
I ache all over
Shaking inside.
From this pain
There is nowhere to hide.
Wouldn't it be nice
To feel the pain?
To see the blood again?
Moonlite cuttings
Bloody huntings.
What is the reason
Behind this pain?
Feeling the pressure
Again and again.
©2003-2009 ~ImmortalSlayer
:iconimmortalslayer:

Author's Comments

Umm. . .got the inspiration for the beginning in painting, the middle in RO, and the rest in spanish. . .mostly from a note I was writting a friend.

I'm getting very morbid lately. . .

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:icontwilightexistance:
The title fits it perfectly.
:iconimmortalslayer:
Thank you!
:sadangel:

--
~Obey-Me

I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
:iconxbleedingcherryx:
I've been down here before...
:iconimmortalslayer:
:hug: I know hun. There are probably lots of us who have. . . .

--
~Obey-Me

I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
:iconxbleedingcherryx:
yep.....:runs to the yearbook to start count:

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