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Self harm/Suicide 11-26-02
Welcome to the Suicide Motel
Please wait here in the lobby
While the Master Masochist
Prepares to greet you
Never mind the screams
They might be hers
Or perhaps yours
Echoing throughout the night
She's in her room now
Slitting her wrists up to her elbow
And feasting upon her metallic wine
Her demons are SCREAMING
So no she can't hear you
She sees nothing but blood
So no she can't see you
Experience has left her raw
She'll never feel you presence
But her demons will and do
Enveloping you within the hallways
Moments of eerie silence
Each footstep echoes
And then I realize
That I am she
Almost as much as
She is I
Screams flood my mind
Penetrate my soul
And I scream back
But nothing matters
My dumb hand encloses cold metal
So this is touch-cold? I see the comparison
Shakily I bring it to my temple
My pulse jumping out against the gun
At a sickening rhythm
My blind eyes look about in fear
As my dumb hands move slowly
On their own accord
A deafening noise
To all but the deaf
As it splits through her skull
Black hair flying
Blood shooting out
A mute scream in the night
heavy. heavy and warped. but warped in the way that draws me in and holds my attention until the very end. i love the " her demons are SCREAMING... so no she can't hear you" that whole four line part there and then when you discover that you are she, she is you. oh, soooo good. loved it (if ya couldnt tell lol)
Rock out to your stereO
~ryss
This is amazing. It's really hard to put in words how I feel. It's inspiering to me. So thank you.