On this cold December morn
Is this nothing from which I’m born
All these scars from which I form
Hold hate here within my scorn
Shattered flesh, tattered and torn
Hears pain screaming out for more
now I lay here drifting sleep
Bathed in blood up past my feet
This blood of mine, it spreads with heat
Passing out with mangled meat.
My arms are dead and show defeat.
Depression is quite and has me beat.
With this last time, screaming so bleak
“The pains to great
I’m filled with hate
I won’t live long
with loves escape.
Show me right.
Show me new.
OH MY GOD
I BELIEVE IN YOU!!”
Now the truth sits here
Raped, with me
Knowing that living
could never be
It hurts to much
this I need
Because now my blade
has sheltered me...


 
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