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"Bittersweet Release"

The cold of the steel blade touches my warm skin
It reminds me of my end, this bittersweet release from my sin
As my skin opens like a blooming flower, i watch my sins fall to the floor, bright red
Lying here as my life flows to the floor, I wonder if they will even notice I'm dead
My existance like a bright red river running onto the floor
Just a cowards way of settling one last score
You said I was a drunken mistake, a sinner and of course a whore
So cliche, you even said I would never amount to very much more
I hope you're both happy, you were right
I never even struggled when mom watched dad on top of me every single night
I know you will miss me when I'm dead and gone
Sorry mom and dad, your nights just become boring and long
But I wonder, will I leave behind two happy faces and hateful stories of me to tell
And when you both die will you look into my face as you're burning in the firey pits of hell
Looks like I'm damned to all of eternity burning beside you two
Damn, even in death I cant get away from either of you
See the foolishness you pushed me into
Damn I should've just killed the both of you
Will the neighbors know that this is all your fault
No? Well tell them it's okay you just pushed your luck one final time, and it was the one fight that couldn't be fought
I look one last time on the sin soaked floor at my reflection in my eternal pool of red
As I start to drift into the final darkness of my long awited eternal sleep in my ice cold bed
I wont be your slave or your fuck toy anymore
Now tha  out it I'll be rejoicing from my firey place in hell as you clean my blood and sins from the floor
Final it's over and this is my goodbye to you, you sick twisted fucking pig and to you, mom, the real whore
P.S. It seems that you've missed a bloody place there over by the door a pleae by all means do not forget the razor under my bed that fell from ice cold lifeless hand onto the blood stained floor
 
 
Written by crystalclear28 (crystalclear31)
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2014
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