The Killing
5th Oct 2008
the tears don`t sting anymore they just leak form the eyes and from the soul they pour they splatter from a painful place hurt drip deep red drops of despair bleeding i have lost the meaning dont feel the cut anymore, though the wound is fatal and sore cover the agony with pretty pictures and smiles, with sweet last words and pleasant goodbyes there is no beauty in death only denial slashed to pieces, torn, thrust through what is it you want me to do? twist the handle, brake me, throw me away i am dead anyway the very thing thats killing me is keeping me alive still i can feel the turning blade as eyes grow hazy and all emotion fade
