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the dimond that was vomited forth from the ravens mouth,
blood clinging to its very exsistence,
she lingures within the moon drowning eyes,
the tether that once was around the neck, gone,
yet still lingers in thought that bound,
open the soul with the knife of hate...

take the mind and rip apart to place the images of a dream...

death is only to wait in the end....

flame flickers faster as the hand passes on the clock... looking deep within the mirror past the ugly mask... silent tears fall at the lie of pretending... lips stitched with the thread of nightmares... eyelids torn from the rapping of the soul... fingers bleed from nails pulled back to reveal its vulnerability... skin fading with the forgetfulness of there lover... bones being to protrude...

seeing the letters of the past,
tears fall quietly,
remebrance of the times,
was it the truth or lies?

Why? is what i ask...

my mind seems to be dead....

screaming in fustration at myself,
hating the fact of finding help,
though knowing i must,
scars from the past,
reopened with the old razor,
once again i know that its time,
i must stop before i get to deep...
but i hate them so....
i will not go back to the hospital....

i will not be on for a while for i know i really do have to be checked in once again. things are getting out of hand and i'm in fear of getting a job done that was stopped once before....