Mistaken for Tears
what do you say when people ask you whats wrong
"I dont know, i hurt"
you dont cry so you let your
blood subsitute for tears. dripping
into a shallow pool of beautiful
crimson red as you take a sharp
object and slowly let your fluids
reside into a form of art.
end your pulse tonight.
by
xangelchildxxposted on 10/29/2007
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