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Saturday, November 6, 2004


Price of Death
heres a poem i wrote a couple weeks ago.

Price of Death

I sit alone
Everything’s quiet
The house is dark

I found the blade
So shiny & new

No one would have thought
Not even you

I trace my vein
Press down & feel the pain

The blood begins to flow
In a nice steady pace

Then suddenly,
My mind begins to race

What am I doing?
Is there anything to live for?
There’s nothing

Soon I’ll be dead
This pool of blood
Is now my bed

Everything I hate
has become my fate

This is the price I’m willing to pay
To let my life slip away

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