Death's little companion.
The sleek stealth stalker lurking within,
the unconscious mind,
whispering its deeds to end a life you survive.
The calls become louder,
the urge becomes harder to fight.
Slit your wrist,
let me watch,
end this journey,
you call LIFE.
Gemma
August 2008
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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