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by Moose Apr 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
This Corner A corner of darkness, to where I have crept, This world full of sadness forever, I’ve slept. Depressed and alone I live this life, Soon to be over as I hold up this knife. Droplets of blood fall all around, Pooling in darkness, flooding the ground, My spirit is rising, minds taken flight, My body is swallowed, engulfed by the night.
