Death would be nice

Feb 18, 2004 00:41

picture me lying on thy floor
drenched with blood and an erie smell
quite nice sensation of a razor blade
meets my face i meet midian at the gates of hell
and i plead with him "untangle soul
make me better to get through this fall
make me understand this fucked up raging well!"

nothing significant just mixed emotions i dunno what that ment nor do i wish to figure it out i just wish that things would come easy for me but they never do everything that i touch turns to shit and it feels like i took the stump of my freshly cut off arm and stuck it in a barrel of salt yet again im making no sense to myself if anyone has any words of cheerfulness please let me thy words and ill lend thee my ear
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