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I clutch my chest as the blood Flows from my open veins. Nothing can release me from these Unbreakable chains. I glance down to the growing pool Of scarlet around my feet, I should have known we could never Make ends meet. The gruesome memories haunt My every thought, Along with the unsettled wars I constantly fought. There was no excitement, no glory. My life is coming to an end As I tell you my story. I drop to my knees in the object that Rought me life, And remember the need to End it with that taunting knife. I scream out in pleasure at the thought Of my pain ending here, The sweetness of death is all so clear. I fall forward to my awaiting death, No one will hear my last dieing breath. I learn a final lesson before The blackness engulfs my soul, No one really knows when they will become whole.
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May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
Blood
I clutch my chest as the blood Flows from my open veins. Nothing can release me from these Unbreakable chains. I glance down to the growing pool Of scarlet around my feet, I should have known we could never Make ends meet. The gruesome memories haunt My every thought, Along with the unsettled wars I constantly fought. There was no excitement, no glory. My life is coming to an end As I tell you my story. I drop to my knees in the object that Rought me life, And remember the need to End it with that taunting knife. I scream out in pleasure at the thought Of my pain ending here, The sweetness of death is all so clear. I fall forward to my awaiting death, No one will hear my last dieing breath. I learn a final lesson before The blackness engulfs my soul, No one really knows when they will become whole.
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May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
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