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Published: 2007-03-15 03:13:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 143; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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My heart is in my mouth,Frightened by these dreams,
Every night my knife,
Prying deep into my seams.
Letting the pretty crimson,
The crimson ribbons un-weave,
Falling from my pale skin,
Letting the memories all leave.
My dreams haunt me each night,
Making me see things,
That I really wish not to see,
So afraid to close my eyes,
Lying in bed so wide awake,
Keeping my eyes wide open,
Afraid of images my mind will make.
I hear my knife screaming,
Calling out my name,
My wrist begs for its release,
8 days without that pain.
I need it someday soon,
I will give in to its sweet call,
And when I close my eyes tonight,
I will try not to fall.
Please, please forgive me,
If I do slip tonight,
Let go and cut deep,
Forgive me if I lose this fight.
The pretty crimson wires,
Wish to be set free,
They want to pour on out,
And take all the pain from me.
As these haunting dreams come,
The knife inches closer here,
Till soon it'll be across my wrist,
And blood will mix with tears.
I'm choking on my words,
Trying not to fall down,
To give into my knife tonight,
Though temptation's all around...
