Blood

by wastexofxpaint   Aug 23, 2005


I slit my wrist right down to the bone
i bleed and bleed as i pick up the phone

i'm calling to tell you what you've done to me,
as i slowly drown in this big red sea

floating away on these blood filled streams,
are these carefree days and all of my dreams

no one hears my silent screams,
loves true beauty glistens and gleams

i hang up the phone, i'm unable to speak,
i really am this effing weak

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