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by laura Dec 27, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Happiness, a thing of the past only sadness and hurt rule me. to unbearable heights, my heart climbs falling onto jagged spears friends, gone into the sea of despair my last hope snatched away amber waves crash over me pulling me down into the darkness silent tears dance along my cheeks my decision set i fill my mind with doubt hoping, praying for death as i grasp the blade, it glints to show me the truth wretched and poor, i fall to the floor the darkness closes in, my last and final choice the now red tipped knife my blood flowing around me cold and lifeless i cry out to the silence the ever growing cold whispers as i die.
by master of shadow
Very expressive peice. 5/5