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Blood stained tears
Tears running down your cheek like a twisting river. Eyes the color of blood covering your wrists. Pupils as wide as they can be. Staring aimlessly at the ceiling trying to take in the last light. The last thought was of the person you loved so much. Wishing they would run through the door. Wishing they had never hurt you the way they did. Feeling the last heart beats in your chest. Feeling them rippling through your whole body.
Thump
Thump
Thum...
As the last beat stops the pain and humiliation. The trust and love you lost is finally gone. The feeling of coldness takes over your skin. Knowing that no one will ever steal and break your heart again...
Dreaming of death, huh? It's
Dreaming of death, huh? It's become popular in some arenas..lol..It has it's purpose, methinks. I think we do create our own 'world' with our thoughts---how that carries over onto the 'the other side' might be a bit more tricky than we think. But we will never know til we get there, eh?
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "