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Post by rachel0207 on Sept 3, 2008 21:06:27 GMT -5
wow i was a morbid disturbed child
May. 3rd, 2005
i can feel it inside of me
the nails go inside deep as i stare down at them i watch the blood pour out like it's overflowing i can feel it inside of me, the pain, the guilt, the hate all overcoming wat i long to crave for, i see the hurtin ur eyes as u stare motionless when the blood drips, drips, drip to the ground it'll be quick... i say... don't wry it'll feel like a paper cut i begin to see the paleness in u, u get weak, stumble to ur knees w/ my nails dug deep inside ur wrists. u tell me to stop, but i know ur liking this. as quick time goes by u fade in and out of unconsciousness wat to do w/ the lifeless body i stand near by as i look down at wat i thought was love, wat is love now, ur gone and i'm still here, will we eva play again, maybe in another life time, but for now, i want more and wanna play w/ others it's time for me to move on, no need for tears, no need for help, u asked for this and i granted ur wish, now ur dead and i'm well mostly alive, juss craving wat u lacked in i can feel it, when i taste like wind. i breathe, crawling inside of me baby, will this be my ticket to hell, or will i go for a ride to visit heaven, i lick my bloody fingers just to taste wat was mine b4, now juss the body as they would call it, ur blood tastes like fear, it's dark and lacks wat the others tasted like, so many pple, so lil time
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