Drink the blood,
Taste the night,
For today is the ay,
That you shall die.

Men only think of the past right before their deaths, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive........ it's pretty pathetic I think...... - EmotionlessDecay
(Told me to put them under here as that)

The pills are working,
I can feel their power.
Inside of me,
They will slowly devour....

(taken from my poem, My last good-bye)

You lips were like poison and i fell into a deep sleep

"parents- they gave you life but bring you death"

"They can choke me more and more, forever tightening the noose around my neck, but it is still up to me to jump off that chair, they can never push me"

Tonight I will cry my last tear,
Brethe my last breath,
And say good-bye for the last time.

Inthe sweat of your face u will
eat bread until u return 2 the grond
for out of it u were taken for dust u will
return

Look here at my arms
Even my scars have no where to roam
Im blind, forgetting and useless
Knowing I'm the one who broke our home

*^*crow*^*

& you wonder if anyone would care if you died tomorrow.