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Day Of Last Breath
Throbbing headache
Dark thoughts
Evil thoughts
Wanting to be released
Craving for darkness
Anarchy
Chaos
Blood
... Blood
I am tempted to give it to them
The thought crosses my mind giving me pause
Flipping my knife open
Guiding it across my arm
Never giving it the flesh it desires
Thoughts pulling me down
Into the darkest depths of depression
Wishing I had someone here
Never do
Luckily you will always be there for me
My dearest Poetry
My dearest Poetry
You have been there
Through hell or high water
You have not abandoned me
My dearest Poetry
I wish I could thank you
And receive an awnser
That I didn't type
You have been there you feed my fantasies
Or to accept my darkest feelings
Please stay at my side
And never leave
For if you leave
That shall be the day
Of my last breath
In this existance
Dark thoughts
Evil thoughts
Wanting to be released
Craving for darkness
Anarchy
Chaos
Blood
... Blood
I am tempted to give it to them
The thought crosses my mind giving me pause
Flipping my knife open
Guiding it across my arm
Never giving it the flesh it desires
Thoughts pulling me down
Into the darkest depths of depression
Wishing I had someone here
Never do
Luckily you will always be there for me
My dearest Poetry
My dearest Poetry
You have been there
Through hell or high water
You have not abandoned me
My dearest Poetry
I wish I could thank you
And receive an awnser
That I didn't type
You have been there you feed my fantasies
Or to accept my darkest feelings
Please stay at my side
And never leave
For if you leave
That shall be the day
Of my last breath
In this existance
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