The Art Of Suicide

 
If only I could welcome death to leave the house of lies that shelters me right now...As I  close my eyes, gripping only two innocent hands...let the old blood sprawled on the floor, bruised and wounded bodies heaved the last breath, souls walking away from the agony of the past....to travel trough time and land on another life to resurrect,start fresh, new and whole again.

 



4BlackForest 4BlackForest
36-40, F
Aug 2, 2010