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Sunday, November 28, 2004


Thine eyes are heavy with sleep
As I sit in front of the glow,
Bleached white from the glare.
I longe for death, destruction
To relieve thee of the pressure
Building up around thy heart.
Pills would not satisfy thy thirst
Drowning would not feed the hunger,
Only in blood will I engourge myself.
Take thy blessed dagger in thy palm,
Press ever so gently upon thy smooth skin
And scar thineself forevermore.
Only in death will I relieve myself,
Only blood will satisfy the thirst
Of my overwhelming need for death.

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