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The darkness of the fog the flowers withering away Once so full of live Now sadness above towers The Shows not over Each drop leaves a scar Soon it’ll look like a bar It throbs and aches It makes me remember The unseen within The taste of her lips The wicked love you give God forgive my heart isn’t love the law A bruise a cut a bit of blood Hits the ground The coldness escapes I’ll clean up soon enough The once blooming rising flower fields Burn with my admire for Battlefields Nightly I wake to the tenderness of knowing I’m made of blood and bones My very lifeles exilar nothing more than a useless knife Helps me out in the eye of the storm during my darkest nights The pictures above The memories in mind I recall the beauty of your smile Why my heart beats Out of sync with my will The darkness crawls in my skin Its home is my spine My bones may bleed a nice place to stay away Maybe after tonight An uncertain event takes my life my dreams my kindness I’ll be sorry for going so soon “I tried my best” it’s a lie may I lay and die without a dark thought in mind
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 5:34 PM UTC
An uncertain Event
The darkness of the fog the flowers withering away Once so full of live Now sadness above towers The Shows not over Each drop leaves a scar Soon it’ll look like a bar It throbs and aches It makes me remember The unseen within The taste of her lips The wicked love you give God forgive my heart isn’t love the law A bruise a cut a bit of blood Hits the ground The coldness escapes I’ll clean up soon enough The once blooming rising flower fields Burn with my admire for Battlefields Nightly I wake to the tenderness of knowing I’m made of blood and bones My very lifeles exilar nothing more than a useless knife Helps me out in the eye of the storm during my darkest nights The pictures above The memories in mind I recall the beauty of your smile Why my heart beats Out of sync with my will The darkness crawls in my skin Its home is my spine My bones may bleed a nice place to stay away Maybe after tonight An uncertain event takes my life my dreams my kindness I’ll be sorry for going so soon “I tried my best” it’s a lie may I lay and die without a dark thought in mind
#suicide#depression#death#grief#church#religion#sh#selfharm
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Marls3
17/F/Vienna
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 5:34 PM UTC
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