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Tags: Death, Pain, Desire


When there nothing else. When your love fallen short. Your may Desire one thing.


Submitted:Aug 19, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Blood...the taste of it across my skin bring this pleasure

knowing it's wrong yet it's my escape from breathing

the air around me is toxic

walking on egg shells in this land of absolute nightmares

I find myself not pitting the souls which come across my tatter body

Tears find no place upon my face

screams fall upon silent ears

and cuts hid among my skin

tell me I'm insane

and beg me to end this

Do I listen to the voices in my head

or do I find myself dying inside once again

slowly counting down till my next fate fall

and here I will crawl

in the bed of my desired death

till the sun find virtue among my sanity





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