Life is taxing

by anonymous one   Apr 11, 2006


As i lay here on a bed of nails,
i can feel the blood and the way it trails.
my visions blurred by the blood stained mists,
this blood i cry is from my wrists.
with every cut the pain is released.
no more enitity just a body left in peace

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  • 18 years ago

    by Infected with His Deadly Love

    Loved it, 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Fay

    OMG it was soo emotional it made me shiver :s but good job ;)

  • 18 years ago

    by Colton

    That Poem had good structure and flow, Short but i guess thats that made it so good, Keep up the good work man

    god bless
    Colt

  • 18 years ago

    by jacinta

    Awww baby I think you need to write something other than depressing stuff. Or you will get me upset too! Either way, a good lil' write (wish I could write like that) love you lots xoxoxo cint

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