river, by Shnu |
once more the blood red river flows swirling down the drain it goes one more cut i made with haste to rid my body of this waste where is this pain that i should feel? the edges of my cut i peel the blood itself begins to clot with my cloth i dab and blot once again my pain subsides carry on hiding what i feel inside. |
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:23 UTC |
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2009-01-20 22:38:01 | SMILING DARKNESS |
Excellent! |