98 Shawna L.
A treacherous madness to kill the sane,
like the thorn that tears the skin.
Covering all the blackness and the pain,
my hate burns like fire, deep within.
Walking graceful, yearn for death,
kiss the blood that runs from tears.
Of all the pain you have left,
drown them in this lake of fears.
Cradle your dreams and hold them close,
kiss away the pain- so much you've kept.
Pricked a single bloody dead rose,
and on her knees she sat and wept...
"Willow tree... looking gloomy as ever,
should I try and be?
So much body that you have severed,
and let this body be set free."
"Why do we suffer so much?
Why do we even cry?
Just to be held and feel another's touch,
and then soon to die?
Are mortal bodies are the first of our pain,
to live forever and grieve everyday.
It's enough to make the most insane.
And never really in the grave's you lay.
"A painless death when you want to die,
really isn't that painless.
Although it might not bring a tear to your eye.
You're sure to feel numb and sweet, emptiness."
So think hard on what you have my dear,
and chose not feel your death so soon.
For you are not ready to face the fears,
that are hidden in your life's cocoon.
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