May 19, 2011
Succumbed to nothing,
Trusting no one,
Closing away,
Come closer and die,
Feel the wrath of my hate,
Cold wet dagger pressed up against your neck,
My eyes glare into the sad truth,
Hurting loved ones,
Isn't so difficult,
Shunned by trees,
Nowhere near watchers,
Few droplets of blood gush out,
Leaking from the soft cut,
Slicing deeper into flesh,
Opening up the wound,
Digging through your veins,
Now you loose circulation,
You're body grows numb,
You're finger's,
Stop moving,
You're legs pull you down,
Dagger released to the floor,
I die.

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