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by sweet_rebellion Nov 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
As I sit in my room and wait for you to understand, Its not with words or the touch of a hand But the feeling of hate, if you look inside you'll find A black hole for my heart and a twisted memory for my mind The sweat drops of blood trickling down my face You make my hands tremble and my heart race I dread every minute I spend with you Your time is up, your life is due As you shriek and you scream, you begin to feel pain but I have not begun, I just said your name as I reach for the knife laying on the floor I lunge for you, as you plunge for the door With one single slice, my aim was quite nice Pain you Will cause me no more As your blood runs cold and your skin turns to ice you have been, my perfect sacrifice