Post by snpr on Oct 23, 2017 6:13:46 GMT -5
The feel of the blade
The cuts that are made.
The slicing of flesh
The blood, so fresh.
The cold sharp edge
Or the very high ledge
The thick rough rope
The death of all hope.
And now that I'm gone
You turn the lights on
Sadness did a homicide
Stop it before the genocide.
A cheat, a crook unread in any book
Regret, the sadness before the madness
The cuts that are made.
The slicing of flesh
The blood, so fresh.
The cold sharp edge
Or the very high ledge
The thick rough rope
The death of all hope.
And now that I'm gone
You turn the lights on
Sadness did a homicide
Stop it before the genocide.
A cheat, a crook unread in any book
Regret, the sadness before the madness