Fleurs Du Mal

When the world is far behind us, it is then that we can truly sleep.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sick of it all. (2004)

Silently she sits on the floor...
Bleeding.BLEEDING she crys for more..
Her wrists slit, the blood runs swiftly..
Her eyes closed praying."oh death take my eyes"
She lifts her arms the blood runs down..
She sheds a tear, it takes one to drowned.
Her eyes are glazed from her cocaine high..
Today is the day she wanted to die..
Her life is hell,so low and cold..
She tried to fight, be brave and bold..
she gave in and the demons took over..
Look at her now, her life is over..
Her eyes still glazed from that cocaine high..
Today was the day that beautiful soul died.
Alone she silently left..
Her love to come in and see the mess..
Drop to his knees and scream and curse..
Take the blade and assume the worst..
He drops to her side, his wrists quiver..
The blood pools out, the body goes cold..
He wraps his arms around her..
Closes his eyes the demons won once more..
For another couple has came knocking on deaths door.

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