marvel at the intricacy of those few elating moments woven into this decay strickened life do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy
losing control of how i feel these bleeding scars will never heal remove the fragmented heart from its chest will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regress
so tempting is the permanence of the solution so intriguing is the artistry of the departure is this the only way out is this what you've longed for dissect the veins, bleed out the lies scalpeled wrists, exist this life encompassed in sorrow dripping hands begin to scrawl
sweet poetic beauty finger-painted on the walls choose the words wisely they will last a life time can't pretend anymore that everything will be alright
already i feel so dead inside wanting nothing more than to die exact revenge on this world for turning its back on you shudder in terror of what you feel compelled to do is this what you longed for is this the only way out
sweating palms clutching stainless steel a final scream shrouded in darkness one last cry for help as crimson stains the bath tub's walls the pain excapes as the serrated knife falls the eternal release encapsulates your irresistable devestation
could it have waited another day, another time, another place would the desires still have burned the same years from now will they remember will their memories remain in death or will they fade further away years from now who will remember years from now will they remember me
each heartbeat rhythmically slows to its last palpitation quivering lips fall silent pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue the only life that remains lies in the streams of the dying words written by you