Post by Liliana Medina on Apr 26, 2003 23:22:46 GMT -5
I wonder this moment, what is my life?
Should I make the final turn to the knife?
I don't see the point in continuing on,
my life is night, never coming is dawn.
What ever do people care for me,
should I slice and set myself free?
The light shines down on my painful plight,
a gleaming dagger drips with moonlight,
awaiting the cut, my wrist is bare,
why did it come to this, I do not care.
Nothing truly matters anyway,
so why does it matter if I survive the day?
My tender flesh creases, the silver dagger draws blood,
accepting the pain, I lay back in the mud,
I think back through my life with sorrow and regret,
how much suffering has this world truly beget?
I begin to feel faint, the darkness surrounds me,
Raging emotions dampen as I face my destiny.
My last thought was I never knew that which caused my pain,
a final gleaming regret, as death came to where I had lain.
Should I make the final turn to the knife?
I don't see the point in continuing on,
my life is night, never coming is dawn.
What ever do people care for me,
should I slice and set myself free?
The light shines down on my painful plight,
a gleaming dagger drips with moonlight,
awaiting the cut, my wrist is bare,
why did it come to this, I do not care.
Nothing truly matters anyway,
so why does it matter if I survive the day?
My tender flesh creases, the silver dagger draws blood,
accepting the pain, I lay back in the mud,
I think back through my life with sorrow and regret,
how much suffering has this world truly beget?
I begin to feel faint, the darkness surrounds me,
Raging emotions dampen as I face my destiny.
My last thought was I never knew that which caused my pain,
a final gleaming regret, as death came to where I had lain.
