What a mess
I have made
A single slip
With my blade
A razors edge
Cut too far
Stealing blood
I loose my spark
What a fate
I have found
Painful bliss,
I hit the ground
I want to end,
I've cut so deep
Blood is a blanket
I'm falling asleep.
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Eternal Sleep
PoetryIn dedication of Olivia, Rest in peace 9/9/14 You were too young to take your life so soon. EARSE THIS DREAM: She had never lived, She had never died, She was always a ghost, Rotten, dead inside She hung from a rope, She fell to the grave, H...
