Escape

by sasha   Oct 14, 2005


Cold, Sharp, Deadly
It makes a crimson medley
Flashbacks, Dripping, Pain
Things seem darker as it runs down the drain
Faint, Light-headed, Sore
I've never wanted anything more
Darkness. Painless. Nothing.
They can't hurt me anymore.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bluey!

    Woah... sweet work, thats all I can say, keep it up! 5/5

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