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by StandStill Apr 19, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Scream and the blood comes out a single existance so filled with doubt Hate and she falls down pounding the earth as she hits the ground Fear opens her eyes and all she sees is black light bloody tears she cries Tear and it all ends so quickly, breath exits and death's her friend Breathe lungs compress tears out her heart broken promises to confess Death the paint brush strokes out of air, out of time and on reality she chokes Gone..
by Curing the Comon Cliche
Paintbrush strokes treasure hunt. Love this poem