while I'm pushing the knive into my flesh
I feel the blood pour through my body,
seep along my fingertips,
drop on the ground.
staying alive isn't an option.
death is the only way to struggle through this life..
Auteur: klein liekjuh | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 26 oktober 2004 | ||
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