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Cut's of pain,
Cut's of sorrow.
From these cut's flows
my pain in the color
of deep red.
As the red liquid flows
from my veins and down
my arms, along with it
flows my sorrow.
As soon as the flow
stops, so dose my pain,
but only for a short while.
For as soon as it has
vanished, it all rushes
back, battering me with
emotions of my pain and
sorrow.
When will it cease?
When will this nightmare
end?
When will I be able to
face the world without
this pain and sorrow?
Where will the day
come when the red
liquid shall not flow
from veins no more?
Cut's of pain,
Cut's of sorrow.
The cut's that shall
end my life forever
 free magical tacos · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 06:55pm · 0 Comments |
