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This black abyss of nothing washes over me,
feelings of hope and dread course through
my veins
the black of blood spills over the knife
the silver of it, darkens rapidly
silent screams of pain escape from my chest
my head spins with confused emotions
is this right?
or is it wrong?
Foot steps are heard in the hall
Crouching under the sink
Blood still covering the knife on the counter
the door creeks open
blood goes down the drain leaving stains on the white of the sink
Quiet cursings fill the room
Im revealed. . .
 iChemical-kiss · Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |
