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by Semaran Aug 21, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Darkness swirls around me like a harrowing pool, My mind is lost i am just some half-witted fool. This blood on my hands is it my own, Or have i been doing what others have shown. The cuts on my arms support my first thought, Now alone in this world i just feel so short. Now take it from me life's not all as they say, It is but a gift just given then taken away. Forget not these words i know they be true, Just live out your time doing whats right by you. Because none else matter they are but a dream, Restful at first but wake'd by your scream. Our mind is a torment our own mortal hell, But this does end soon for you i will tell. A sickness terminal is there but not me, A friends, a fathers but from this cannot flee. Life is but a dream, a memory of sort, A collection of things all the battles we've fought. But some give up sooner and others of late, All given hope then compelled to give hate. So give up the time to reflect on your life, Just realise its worth above the blade of a knife.