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by Miss Megan Jul 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Crawling through my veins, But wishing to spill out. Knowing the time will come, Whenever there's a scream or shout. [Blood] Always being most faithful, Always there to cure my pain. Only loosing itself beneath my skin, Its sharpness being sure to remain. [Razor] Blurring my vision completely, Rolling silently down my cheeks. Pulling me to sleep each night, Letting me escape to my dreams. [Tears] Capturing my soul easily, Being the reason to no longer cry. Rescuing me away from it all, This is the last step to end my life. [Death]