The End...

by AntiSocial16   Feb 17, 2005


A slice down each damned wrist
‘Cause in life there’s no squirms or twists
Take the blade and drag it deep
And watch the crimson slowly seep

As each drop hits the floor
There comes a knock at the door
But there’s no care this soul must go
This body must have all blood flow

A scream of pain-another cut’s been made
And all the thoughts begin to fade
The thought of hope has long since gone
And there’s no vision of living on

One by one tears blur the eyes
There are no more silent cries
The clock quickly ticks away
As the thread of life begins to fray

All goes black with a thud to the ground
And the forgotten child will never be found
The achievement of the ultimate goal
Now let rest this bleeding soul

I tried something a little new and different with this one. Let me know what you think about it, I’d greatly appreciate all comments and votes (mainly comments). Thanks!

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  • 19 years ago

    by AntiSocial16

    Thanks again to all that comment!