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Mending through bleeding
written by Genocide Reaper04:12 AM 12/5/04| It has stained my soul, and soaked my life in sin. It would be quicker to just give in. These hopes are looking thin. Those bullets seem so fun, this mass of gray matter, could go out of my skull. To the floor it could run. Holding on for nothing. Holding on for something. Which ever you choose to see. I don't care. because Iv realized, life isn't fair. This alcohol and cigarettes, can tide me over until I break. Iv fallen down, without making a sound, no heads turned to check my wounds, no one cared to even ask where the blood stains came from. Now I stand, alone but not, and I really wonder if there is anything Iv got. Or is it just another illusion, because Iv died and I'm in Hell. I think some times anyway. but I'm sure so many others do the same, day to day. It would be so much better if I could just give in, and reach for the gun, and put it all behind me, place this life in the past, make it all decay, wheres the booze for my broken bones these days? Who will put me out of my so called misery! Iv built this life, now I can tear it down, or keep growing like the cancer my existance is. This is fucking good for me. This is fucked up agony This doesn't have anything to do with you.. I just lied. Yes it does. And with me. And a third party called. Greed. Maybe if I just bleed. I can mend. |
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