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09-15-05, 03:39 AM
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Whys That?
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.:Pens euthanasia:.
IP:
its time to murder my pen and let the blood drip from the tip sign her life away in ink and let you think I was sick manufactured blood leak's in a natural flow to create whats originally dead all though it appears blue at first glance its spiritually red shakey wrists moves this dieng pen thru it last stages of lifes trouble I relise each stroke of her body the bleeding doubles needing to induldge in each drip of her body to get my message across But every time I try to express my mind a lesson is lost The feeling of her blood touches my hand staining my skins perspective This bloody soul is so longing for a new life not neglected blood forms a formation some sort of subliminal message tryna be told As I remove the pen from paper the blood continues to move Tryna tell me somthing in life that may cause my heart rapidly sooth but its more a perspective of somthing I cant visualize pain of my pen seems true each movement her wicked blood makes recline back relax, Im here till the end no matter how long it takes her blood struggles to form what she tries to speak in a message of love she seems in agony like a devils death bed's been made red ink seems to rapidly flow like blood from a agonizing suicides blade I take a glimps away for no more than a second when i see lifes death defying desperate question of what my pens is asking me tear's slips down my red face,I know I cant speak or lie the letters on my page have formed intact, my pens asking to die *snaps pen* |
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