November 24th

July 31, 2009
By Anonymous

Starting the night with the tip of a glass
Knowing in my mind it won't be the last

Singing, dancing, being obnoxiously loud
Wishing to be somewhere other than this crowd

Talking, laughing, having a good time
All I can feel is the blood making its' line

Watching the blood run slowly down my skin
I cannot fight this, only you can win

I lie frozen and lifeless on the rough floor
The tears and blood come more and more

I will never forget how I have been torn
I will hate you forever, this I have sworn

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