I feel the cool air
it stings and sooths.
blood drips warm
from my hand, down my arm.
I lashed at the world
forgetting the barrier.
the price I pay
for rushing into hate.
knowing my failur
is more painful than suffering.
the clouds gahter,
it's raining glass.
Submitted: June 04, 2008
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Dark but not emo dark so keep it up
Wed, June 4th, 2008 2:57am