The knife is smiling.
Grinning at me.
But I know what its hiding.
It wants to be free.
To devour my blood
To devour my flesh
One cut, blood spills
All hot and fresh.
The drugs in the cabinet.
They call to be consumed.
I cant fight it.
Passing away at day from school.
The rope is a friendly creature.
Made from straw, hanging loose.
Rough but gentle features
With my neck in its tight noose















Comments
I love it
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Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye>
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the darkness taunts, teases, and consumes until the day you finally let it take over, and all hope is gone.....
the first stanza is the best
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"Aping my soul; you stole my overture."
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What I am is what I am
I geuss thats the way it is
me being me
being above the influence
Not smoking
Not doing drugs
Not tryin to look cool
Just me being me.
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