Sin, by *Psychopathic Child* Subscribe to rss feed for *Psychopathic Child*

My blood seeps around the blade the deeper I go
It starts to flow down my skin
It feels to good to stop this unforgivable sin
But this time it to deep to control
Sliced to the bone
My vein exposed
My wrist in ruins
The blood flows and flows
Weakness comes over my body and soul
Can Hardly move
I start to drift away
And I think to myself
That I finally decide
To commit to that longing suicide
My life is over
No more pain
No more sorrow
Just sleep in vain
Nothing left to complete
Just the sorrow of my drastic defeat
Posted: 2011-09-29 02:27:16 UTC

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