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Death

June 5, 2013
By Anonymous

Cry damned angel, cry
Let hell take you away
Strip your wings, so you can't fly
Now you walk in dismay
Cut yourself, cut the vein
And bleed away in shame
Nobody wants you
Nobody needs you
Carve your eyes out
You don't need to see
What these have done to me!?
Now shout, shout for me, SHOUT!
My skin is ice cold
My limbs are turning numb
Don't give me a hand to hold
A pitiless word: Love
I don't need it.
I don't want it.
Don't give it to me.
If your hate is so strong.
Who dares say: Love and be loved?!
Now three red rows lay on my wrist.
Watch that beautiful color,
That crimson red rush out.
A beauty, without a price.


The author's comments:
I'm not depressed, I'm ok. It's called symbolism.

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