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by Good Enough Jun 5, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The razor burns through my skin As my body is calling its name So shiny with lust, I crave it Craving the tattered pain Crimson drop stain the white And makes my dark, painted black The fog is finally setting in And my beats start to fade To see my life pass through my fog and the pain finally subsides I feel home, alone, craving something Something so tasty it makes you scream Death never tasted so good As you feel it stimulate your taste buds The razor, please cut me again For I am finally free from this.... ...life..