10-29-2013, 12:51 AM
I couldn't feel the deep impact,
Writing in red with ease.
Sticking my little finger tips,
Bringing out the knife.
Carving words on my arm,
Looking to stain a vein.
Thrusting in over again...
Humming my last tune.
But today I woke up again,
Reading the words with disgust.
But I woke up from yesterday,
And God,
I was alive.
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Version Two
I couldn't feel the deep impact,
Writing in red with ease.
Sticking my little finger tips,
Bringing out the knife.
Carving words on my arm,
Looking to strain a vein.
Thrusting in over again...
Humming my last tune.
But today I woke up again,
Reading the words with disgust.
But I woke up from yesterday,
And for my last regret;
I was alive.
~Orion
Writing in red with ease.
Sticking my little finger tips,
Bringing out the knife.
Carving words on my arm,
Looking to stain a vein.
Thrusting in over again...
Humming my last tune.
But today I woke up again,
Reading the words with disgust.
But I woke up from yesterday,
And God,
I was alive.
----
Version Two
I couldn't feel the deep impact,
Writing in red with ease.
Sticking my little finger tips,
Bringing out the knife.
Carving words on my arm,
Looking to strain a vein.
Thrusting in over again...
Humming my last tune.
But today I woke up again,
Reading the words with disgust.
But I woke up from yesterday,
And for my last regret;
I was alive.
~Orion

