Rest

by Silver   May 11, 2006


Blood everywhere.
Razors on the stairs.
Cuts on your wrists.
Its the last on the list.

Shards of shattered glass.
Its time for this to pass.
Lets make it go away
And not see the next day.

Breathe that last breath,
And lay down for eternal rest.

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