parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dripping Crimson- 12/9/02 Nothing is worth crying for at this point, Nothing is worth living, The smooth tunes reach my head, The reflection of the mirror starts to drip with dispare, As I start to slice my life away, I notice it pouring out of my arms, I smirk and cry, And feel my sadness flow from my eyes, The bathroom sink is coated with crimson, As I laugh at temptation, The trail of maroon starts to brighten, My eyes are too blurry to notice, I slowly flicker away with every tear, The noises start to dim, And I start to collapse, Collapse to play with the pool of crimson spread on the cold tile floor, I never felt so abandend, I relax more, And I feel the dank peach tiles on the wall being smeared with every inch I fall, I can't feel the knife anymore, My emotion has overcome my fear, I lay in the pool and cry these bitter tears, My eyes to the stars, My eyes to the shadows, The faint whisper of sweet screams lulls me one last sharp goodbye. 4:28 p.m. - 12-10-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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