you can see this tiny bloat
from the pit of his heart
and the tiny scabs that formed
when he tore his artery apart
and a scar across his hip
he now hides in shame
because the words it had written
were the letters of her name
She held a gun
It almost kissed her skull
It felt soft yet refreshing
But her hand shook
Her bloodstream ached
And she felt her heart
Begin to shake.
She dammned herself.
Didnt she ever read the Bible?
Didnt her mummy ever tell her
Suicide will send you straight to hell, Sweetheart
..or maybe she didnt have a mother
Well he never recovered
She became the razorblade
He hugged his wrist with the silver
And held a butcher-knife instead of her hand
It was almost though
He forgot to care
And his eyes became so tainted
So bloodstained and dry
He just decided to stop breathing
One more lonely night
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