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Waiting for water to turn into sand.
I'm feeling lost in every way.
God, it's like this every day.

I love the feeling of growing weak,
as I feel my drained blood leak.
Down in the tub, blending with water.
And I see the water slowly turn darker.

I get a feeling of life as the blood drain.
wired, since it's all just alot of pain.
When my white death-gown turn red too,
I feel I should have told you.

I get out of the tub to find something for saving.
Though I know it's no use in craveing,
Your love, since you hate me.
Maybe this will make me see.

As I get out of the red water.
all around me starts to get darker.
I see no light, only hell.
and I know this too well.

This is the end. It finally came.
To get me out of my shame.
Out of my blame.
cause I blame only myself.

I was young and stupid.
Please forgive me. for trying to solve my problems in the wrong way.
No use in running away every day.
Death will haunt you.
And always taunt you.
untill you see... The truth in me.
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Token Of Death

Contributed by TearsOfFrozt on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 05:27:01 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I sit in my room eith the knife in my hand.
Waiting for water to turn into sand.
I'm feeling lost in every way.
God, it's like this every day.

I love the feeling of growing weak,
as I feel my drained blood leak.
Down in the tub, blending with water.
And I see the water slowly turn darker.

I get a feeling of life as the blood drain.
wired, since it's all just alot of pain.
When my white death-gown turn red too,
I feel I should have told you.

I get out of the tub to find something for saving.
Though I know it's no use in craveing,
Your love, since you hate me.
Maybe this will make me see.

As I get out of the red water.
all around me starts to get darker.
I see no light, only hell.
and I know this too well.

This is the end. It finally came.
To get me out of my shame.
Out of my blame.
cause I blame only myself.

I was young and stupid.
Please forgive me. for trying to solve my problems in the wrong way.
No use in running away every day.
Death will haunt you.
And always taunt you.
untill you see... The truth in me.

Copyright © TearsOfFrozt ... [ 2005-03-22 05:27:01]
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Re: Token Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 06:03:27 AM AEST
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So sad but awesomely written.
Hope u feel better soon
luv, huggs,
emy

Re: Token Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 07:06:15 AM AEST
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i like it.....its emotional and good writing
i love the last stanza
"Death will haunt you.
And always taunt you.
untill you see... The truth in me. "
heavy

Re: Token Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 07:19:45 AM AEST
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It's not the way...I'm glad you see that at the end.

I love the first stanza in this the best.

Good write,
*hugs* Phil xxx

Re: Token Of Death (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 07:45:23 AM AEST
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What an emotional write, it's so sad that people sometimes finds thier answer by killing them selves which is the stupid way out.

Anyways this was really good. Sorry if i ranted above.

Jane

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