Every silent scream
A blessing in it’s own
Every lance of pain
Causing every moan
Face showing nothing
Shadowed by the night
Every single bloody cut
Hidden from all sight
Blade drawn so quick
Against a flesh covered arm
Blood welling thickly
Caused by self inflicted harm
Coldness creeping in
Numbing everything out
Silence echoing loudly
Causing a forced shout
Feeling nothing now
Completely dead inside
Nowhere else to go
Nothing left to hide
Time slowing down
All drawing near
Death now has come
Nowhere left for fear
Blood begins to slow
Eyes start to close
Breath begins to still
Life eternally froze
All is now gone
Without a single thought
Silence now forever
Nothing left to be taught
Leaving this all behind
Without a single regret
Life turned to death
No reason to fret
Gone is everything
To Heaven or Hell
No worries at all
No secret to tell
Copyright 2003 Bloody_Hands
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