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Sadistic Tragedy
She's no longer breathing
While slowly she slips
Into a world where she feels nothing,
An emotionless abyss...
A place where she doesn't have
To bottle up inside.
Her fears can show themselves;
The tears don't have to hide.
A stream down her face,
Unnoticed, who cared?
Now she sits in the floor,
With a black, captivating stare.
Speaking to the voices
Who aren't even there.
Everything is nothing,
So there's nothing to repair.
So many pieces to pick up,
So many stains to clean...
How could no one see
The red that lined her sheets?
The blood shot, tear-rimmed, scarlet scars,
No definition to the knife,
It's easy to see
She's given up her life...
There was no use in suffering,
No use in being lead on,
When the hope she had proved
That all hope was gone.
Her head hits the pillow,
And the blood flows out freely;
What used to be a habit
Turned disastrous so easily...
So "goodnight" to the girl
With the ripped up jeans.
Her heart in tatters,
Soul torn at the seams.
Pain-drenched in silence;
Directions and crossed paths,
A step ahead, just thrown back
Headfirst into the past.
Where she's tied to the seat,
Eyes fixed on the screen,
"why cant I wake up?!"
But this is no dream.
Only the reality,
She's terrified to face.
The mirrors broken reflection
Steps into her place.
But the girl in this scene
Isn't her anymore.
This sadistic tragedy has left
Bloodstains on the floor...
The strongest fell,
And the weakest broke.
A scream rings loudly
But her voice is so choked.
There's no way to tell
If what she's seeing is real.
She signed the deed in blood,
But how does death really feel?
How does it feel
To bleed out to the emptiness?
To feel the touch,
The cold caress?
The final moment;
Her entire world flashes.
Suddenly the idea of life
Catches fire and crashes.
Her wrist burns,
Her breathing slows...
So much for holding on,
It's time to finally let go.
No longer breathing,
Instinct takes over,
Glazed eyes stare at nothing,
The touch just grows colder...
Another tragedy,
A puddle on the floor...
And the girl she left behind
Isn't her anymore...
While slowly she slips
Into a world where she feels nothing,
An emotionless abyss...
A place where she doesn't have
To bottle up inside.
Her fears can show themselves;
The tears don't have to hide.
A stream down her face,
Unnoticed, who cared?
Now she sits in the floor,
With a black, captivating stare.
Speaking to the voices
Who aren't even there.
Everything is nothing,
So there's nothing to repair.
So many pieces to pick up,
So many stains to clean...
How could no one see
The red that lined her sheets?
The blood shot, tear-rimmed, scarlet scars,
No definition to the knife,
It's easy to see
She's given up her life...
There was no use in suffering,
No use in being lead on,
When the hope she had proved
That all hope was gone.
Her head hits the pillow,
And the blood flows out freely;
What used to be a habit
Turned disastrous so easily...
So "goodnight" to the girl
With the ripped up jeans.
Her heart in tatters,
Soul torn at the seams.
Pain-drenched in silence;
Directions and crossed paths,
A step ahead, just thrown back
Headfirst into the past.
Where she's tied to the seat,
Eyes fixed on the screen,
"why cant I wake up?!"
But this is no dream.
Only the reality,
She's terrified to face.
The mirrors broken reflection
Steps into her place.
But the girl in this scene
Isn't her anymore.
This sadistic tragedy has left
Bloodstains on the floor...
The strongest fell,
And the weakest broke.
A scream rings loudly
But her voice is so choked.
There's no way to tell
If what she's seeing is real.
She signed the deed in blood,
But how does death really feel?
How does it feel
To bleed out to the emptiness?
To feel the touch,
The cold caress?
The final moment;
Her entire world flashes.
Suddenly the idea of life
Catches fire and crashes.
Her wrist burns,
Her breathing slows...
So much for holding on,
It's time to finally let go.
No longer breathing,
Instinct takes over,
Glazed eyes stare at nothing,
The touch just grows colder...
Another tragedy,
A puddle on the floor...
And the girl she left behind
Isn't her anymore...
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