BipolarBear Posted January 16, 2013 Posted January 16, 2013 surely this cant be realthe darkness dragging my heeldeath seems like my only lightshould i put up a fightor give in and start to bleedthis craving i must feedthe thirst for the cold razor steela pleasure that is unrealthe sharp sting into fleshand the smell of blood so fresh... but punished i must beworse than i've ever seenmy "friend's" pain is my faultit brings me to a scrreeching halteach cut i dig into my skincompensated for the fights they cannot winmy blood being spilled will set the world rightand make the angels take flightguarding and protecting those in needpeople who truly need it.. not me
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