Too Late

by Cemp   Nov 12, 2004


Blow out the candles,
Kick off my sandals.

Slit my wrists,
Deep with a twist.

Blood on the floor,
Feel death in my core.

See the light,
It's not so bright.

Hang on to life,
Deal with the strife.

The light is gone,
What have I done.

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