A rhythm deep: enteric thuds –
Each another year to fret and frown
Of trial – to here, the blackened life.
A glint of blade had caught a baggy eye,
Sparking thoughts to jump the fence.
Could I grasp the handle – was I shy
Of what I had to do and hence remain
Enshrined in overwhelming strife?
The metal winked at me again
To beg the possibility
Of halting once and all the pain
To relish an eternity
Of rested shoulders,
Peace of mind;
So here, my wrist
For ‘quick and kind
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Why see the bleeding of another day
when hope is never reality attained
dreams always fade and love is only pain
all my thoughts are tears burning inside
so why see the bleeding of another day rise
................................................................................................
Why see the bleeding of another day
when hope is never reality attained
dreams always fade and love is only pain
all my thoughts are tears burning inside
so why see the bleeding of another day rise
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