death
You lie there bleeding to death on the kitchen floor,
with a bloody read knife by your hand.
You stare at the cieling,
and watch all your life,
everything you have fades away.
You did what you must you should be happy now,
but you forgot that you can never come back.
And now you wish you could,
But now its all over,
every thing you grew to love...gone.
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vampireheartposted on 06/28/2007
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