Falling off

by tinkerbell   Oct 2, 2005


Emptiness bred into my veins
lonliness makes me more insane
silver blades and powder lines
nothing more than subtle signs
a life removed from average ambition
fallen into a hole with a difficult decision
accompany me into this unthinkable place
where uncensored tears fall down my face
unravel these motives of self prosecution
finding it hard to suppress my own execution
a sinister force at work within
self-confessed I'll never win
beautiful silence takes my hand
ultimate evil helps me to stand
pain is removed through an intricate incision
when light met dark it was a deadly collision

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