Cut your wrists,
and bleed away.
Bleed in a cup,
and drink away.
The knife cries,
lick it's tears.
Cry yourself,
and taste tears.
Rope around my neck,
and strangle.
Tighter, and tighter,
do I strangle?
Dizzy I get,
and I fall down.
So I get up,
only to fall down.
Down I fall,
into a dead pit.
I will die,
die alone in a pit.
A cracking sound,
I hear.
Again, and again,
I hear.
I look around,
to find something.
As I look, yes,
I found something...
A metal blade,
across thy neck.
Then turn into
a headless neck...
Yes, and no,
I died alone.
Did, or didn't
I die alone?
 xXDeaths WishXx · Tue Apr 22, 2008 @ 03:13am · 0 Comments |
