Magenta
July 29th, 2011, 02:34 PM
Suicide is like a drug,
an invitation that embraces you and pulls you in
and until you crack, you crave it a little more.
Into an abyss, you cut yourself
and in the blood flows all of your pain and sin;
freedom is now only steps away.
Looking in the mirror,
seeing gaunt features riddled with bone and skin,
only there for as long as you still hold
your soul.
---
Shite that I wrote in the car.
an invitation that embraces you and pulls you in
and until you crack, you crave it a little more.
Into an abyss, you cut yourself
and in the blood flows all of your pain and sin;
freedom is now only steps away.
Looking in the mirror,
seeing gaunt features riddled with bone and skin,
only there for as long as you still hold
your soul.
---
Shite that I wrote in the car.