or sign in with e-mail
by sweet_rebellion Nov 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I suffer for your dumb mistake So now your life is the one I'l take I slit my skin to free the pain Thats running through my bleeding veins your voice, it takes over my life thats why I use this faithful knife I pierce your skin, my blood runs cold I know to Satin your souls been sold I know that this was just my choice but now the demons in Hell rejoice Now that my pain has been released yours has just begun, for your deceased To remember always the reason why It was your mistake you made, not mine
by DarkJem
Good poem :)