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Contributed by
mercedes
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Friday, 7th November 2003 @ 11:18:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The breeze is gently blowing through my hair
The wind caresses my naked skin
The sun shines down upon my body
As I prepare to commit the ultimate sin
Alone I stand out here on this hill
No one is near, no one cares
I have my trusted knife in hand
Gripping it tight as my skin slowly tears
The blood drips down my body
A crimson flow in contrast with my white skin
I feel no pain, I know no pleasure
The lines I draw are so very thin
I dont want to rush the final cut
I want to experience every last drop
I have all day, no one knows Im here
No one can ever make me stop
The blood drips down my body
A crimson flow in contrast with my white skin
I feel no pain, I know no pleasure
The lines I draw are so very thin
I dont want to rush the final cut
I want to experience every last drop
I have all day, no one knows Im here
No one can ever make me stop
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mercedes
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2003-11-07 11:18:38]
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by poetrygodslove on
Friday, 7th November 2003 @ 03:50:25 PM AEST
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