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Author Name: Freepoetik 0 Comments
Date Added: May 19, 2008 01:05:51 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The River Of Blood
..The River Of Blood..
The river flows normally, only it has a piercing colour of red
its blood, bloods flowing, so many lives have probably been shed
blood like this, flows through all of our veins from our heart
ive seen this blood so many times, each time i tore my skin apart
each time i took out my blade, each time i cut my self
people still dont believe me, when i said pain is nothing i felt
of course i dont feel pain, thats what self harm is about
pain is something no one should feel, when harming them selves, theres no doubt
i now wish that i could create something the same, the same as the river of blood
but i cant, cos i can only lose enough of blood to create a puddle, not such a big flood
i think more, and i still stare at the red, it looks so evil
the blood still flows, only thing is, its just so peaceful
i wonder what death is, if whether i should jump in and slice my throat
if i should let all my flow out, join the rest of the blood as i choked
now i wait, i think and wonder if i should really pull across the knife
if i really should do it, put it to my throat and take a big slice
I pull out my knife, i lean forward and towards my throat the knife slowly goes
but so many things hold me back, fear is nothing i have, this what it shows
before i do die, ill bring some more people to this peaceful river
ill kill each person i loathe, each one in a row, as one dies, down their backs runs down a shiver
waiting slowly for their turn, ill kill each mother f****r as he cries and begs
ill kill em slowly, first chop off there arms, and then there legs, finally there heads
they dont deserve to live, their blood will mean alot more when it runs down this river
i think of it, it makes me smile, then again my heart seems to give a quiver
i decide to really do it, I decide ill do what i believe is right
ill go to each of their houses, ill go in and kidnapp them silently at night
ill strap tape around the mouths, with little holes so all of them are alive
ill stick em into my car, i want em all to be the ones that feel pain and cry
for all they've done, for the shit they've put so many of my peopel through
ill do it, ill really kill em, tasting there blood, in the end, i guess mine too
Author's Notes:
hmm yeah emoishh
i wrotee this a while back, when i foundd out onee of my really close friends
had been through some crazy shit
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