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by *Goshikku* Jun 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As the blood runs from my eyes the colour starts to drain A smoky cloud of blackness replaces all the pain All that’s left is blood that runs down from my face like water on the counter dripping to the base One last thing to mention Are my eyes blacker then the dead of night darker then the blood on my face like a place where I gave up the fight