red river, by Eric Subscribe to rss feed for Eric

"RED RIVER"

MY BLOOD IS FLOWING LIKE A RED RIVER 
THE KNIFE IS IN THE WALL 
I'VE GIVEN UP 
I DON'T CARE IF PEOPLE SEE
THESE CUTS

THEY RUN DEEP ALL OVER MY BODY
MIGHT AS WELL FORGET 
THE PAIN DOESN'T HURT
BECAUSE IT HAPPENS SO OFTEN 
I DIDN'T WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE

I'VE TRIED RUNNING AND
I'VE TRIED FIGHTING
EVERYTHING I'VE TRIED MAKES 
ME WANNA DIE 
FORGET EVERYTHING I'VE SAID 

DEATH IS ON ME NOW
MAYBE I SHOULD LET IT COME 
FREEBOM WITH MY OWN BLOOD 
MY BLOOD FLOWS LIKE A RED RIVER
OVER MY OWN PALE BODY
Posted: 2006-10-14 02:12:32 UTC

This poem has no votes yet. To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.