stab this knife into my back, and twist it slowly so my heart can feel the
blade, thrust it in and twist it further so my bleeding heart is in your
sweaty palms.

pouring she is crying, look to the sky... cut your wrist, let this crimson
flow over my cold veins. drip this crimson over a funeral for the lost
youth.

what the hell were they thinking, this funeral is so under-rated. how did
the time of the clouds suddenly stop, when this blade was still sharp.

remind to stop once it flows down to my dead hands. im getting dizzy, im
starting to feel happy for once.

i love life, i love you,suicide is only for the weak and dumb. but you were
too blind to see, so know im here crying this saline over your casket.

 
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