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red drops

Cold mental bars
Fresh new scars
The knife still bloodstained on the floor
Feeling the sadistic happiness I’ve felt before
Warm red drops
On the table tops
I stagger to my room and lock the door
I lay there feeling the emptiness I’ve felt before
The blood pools
The living fools
Who struggle day to day
They wont matter I’m slipping away
Inner peace
Calms the beast
My wounds run dry
And now I die
My life was mine to forfeit
So go on and forget
Darkness now
Smile anyhow
All my pain now ceased
my suffering is gone I have found my peace.

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On Saturday May 24th, 2003, manywalks (947) writes:

...my wounds run dry... I liked that line, wonderful bit of work, thanks. ~ mw

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, Twilight (2084) writes:

very good as usual. i am sure to keep up with your works sour!

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, wilted (306) writes:

Good write...it's something most people can relate to. _k

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, Deliverence (797) writes:

Its cool..Has that poetic quality about it that describes things well.-Kefka

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, An Expired Member (21) writes:

I know what you mean...good write...Forever Condemned

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, Aurora_Light (575) writes:

you put to words what so many feel nice write

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