No way to vent no way to clear my soul hate fills so easy as a flood inside my own followed by sorrow and anger Feelings cant be avoid once they enter depressed by the world I live in so close to death this might be a good thing A razor near my skin tearing the flesh but I feel no pain I watch the solid red seek an escape part of me I need and ready to give away Blood so often forgotten I feel ashamed No way to let it out No words could cancel the response the feeling, the need to hate this life I rather do a sinful of deeds I rather end the rythem beat inside time to shut down no time for goodbye
Fionnia · Fri May 15, 2009 @ 09:45pm · 0 Comments |