Death is a dream
That will shortly come true.
When death arrives
No more pain
And no more tears
All the lies is the inner fear.
You lay awake
And pray to die.
Hoping just maybe
You can end all the lies.
So you crawl out of bed
And you grab a knife.
You slit your wrist
Not once but twice.
You feel the blood
Dripping on the floor.
The pain is a sensation
One that you adore.
But your not dieing
Fast enough so you
Cut some more.
You finally feel
Your life fading away.
The blood is all around you,
As you lay there and die.
You were just hoping
To end all the lies.
Lana Sullivan |
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