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SUicide of the Mind #3 of 3
Contributed by
Disenchanted_Poet
on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 12:02:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Slowly but surely my knife hand moves closer Somehow my brain met defeat Slowly but surely my knife hand moves closer Somewhere my heart missed a beat
As I look down, the blood begins to seep A sensation fills my wrist As I look down, the blood begins to seep A taste of death I have kissed
Deeper and deeper the knife cuts into my flesh Don't stop the mighty flow Deeper and deeper the knife cuts into my flesh Drunk by those who sow
I now lie on the floor, wrists messed up pretty good I lie there, alive but frail I now lie on the floor, wrists messed up pretty good Again I must have failed!
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2004-02-03 00:02:05] (Date/Time posted on
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