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Lost In My Own Pool Of Blood.
written by BloodyBallzRebal12:08 PM 4/21/05Lost.
Lost in my own pool of blood.
I see the knife get closer to my danty arm,
come on, closer, I want to fill all the pain & hear the alarms!
I glid the razor across my wrist,
than push down deeper,balling my fist.
Im lost,lost in blood, even tears,
Did you know when those two cemicals colided it all builds fear?
The razor slices me with a stream of blood,
I scream heavenly,then fall on the floor with a loud THUD!
No one comes to help me, or even to see whats wrong, I know it wont be long intill I hear Gods welcoming song....
Im lost.
But instead someone picks me off my feet.
It is someone,kind,honest,sweet.
He cares for me all the time,
even if I say "baby im fine".
now there is kno need for blood or razor blades,
because im found, and sometimes memorys fade.
Im glad I see know more slices,
& have recovered from all my middle age crisis.... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
okay not really my best but..itz all good. [its from tha past] holla back..Rock On.
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