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Author: Suicidal Skies
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 14 - Published: 02-21-05 - Updated: 02-21-05 - id:1840699

Suicide Wrist Red

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It's like suicide wrist red.

Painting me a lovely shade of dead.

I'm calling out to something.

Receiving the answer: Nothing.

XxX

My lost, sadly mistaken dreams,

Lonely, deprived lonely screams.

No One can hear me, nor can they see.

This isn't what it's cracked up to be.

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Come save me! This one!

It's not over, it's no where near done!

Right now! Right here!

Don't let me become your fear!

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Here I depart, here I go.

Taking with me my worries and woes.

Listen to them. To their grins.

Bloodied, Hell. My Sin.

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Such a wonderful fire.

Around me, Sins. Desire.

It burns, it stings.

My death toll, the bell rings.

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Believing nothing,

Yet craving everything.

Who am I to ask?

For you to forget your mask!

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Breaking apart,

You broke me heart.

Now I'm alone. (Forever)

Death is no longer unknown.

XxX

It's like suicide wrist red.

Painting me a lovely shade of dead.

I'm calling out to something.

Receiving the answer: Nothing.

XxX



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