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Crippledpope
As I sit here, My wrists bleeding :: I Think of you, panting, Breathing.. :: On top of him, your bodies touching :: Yours on his, his on yours :: Oh and the sound, it still makes me cringe :: The screaming that came, again and again. :: It still haunts be now, the look on his face :: When the knife cut through, his '' beautifull'' face :: Then yours, then mine, Oh what a disgrace # :: And not a sound stirs after that night's events and with all my might I could not prevent :: The growing darkness, all around me A flash, White light? Quick, I must flee! :: This light, it engulfs me, and fills me with glee. (( my emo poem must live on! ))