| Lonely and sad, "Today," I thought, "I'll run a bath made nice and hot. Slide down and let the warmth soak in, calm myself, then I will begin." Cutting the flesh, long, slow and deep, breathe in, breath out, and let the blood seep. Already long dead; no point turning back, my bath becomes crimson, my world fades to black. Just lay there in a blood-red sea? Take the cowards way out? No, not for me. I'll take death slow with my heart on my sleeve. Easy to show, but much easier to cleave. Death by heart's pain each night and day. A fool for love; I guess it's my way. copyrighted by Dale A. Ewen September 16, 1997 |
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