Thoughts of bunnys and candy cigarets
Once filled my mind.
Now only death and pain cross my eyes.
Suicide is my ultimate demise.
Cutting veins across the wrist will never do!
Its down the wrist, towards the elbow.
Thats the sure fire way to go.
As I sit here, writing this in blood.
Just remember, this is now my nitemare.
Coming undone.
No more living in this lonesome hell.
No more wanting to be with your beauty.
So just remember kids, its down the road.
Not across the street.
That's the only way to go.
It makes hell come faster, that's a promisie. |
Submission Name: Down the Street
