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Shadow
My life depicts a shadow who walks though a
world that doesn't even know I'm there. My
harden heart wishes for freedom from this
prison of skin, hand in mine and knife in
hand. I think of a promise land. Not a world
were the bleeding brain rules and kills that of
which once was beautiful. I look down at the
rushing precious vials of life that run
though my arms. The blue color of my veins
reminded me of the home I never seen. To
what to do live in this world, or to put
everything I know, everything I thought
about and put my life into my hands and
never to come to live in hell on this earth
again.


The Pill
The day is cold the day is dark.
I stand alone, and I count my thoughts.
I let my eyes lay upone the pill I hold on
my own. Hart in head and pill in hand.
The pill is big and I am small, I wonder how
long it takes to fry.
How long it takes to die.
How long it takes to loss my mind.
My heart slows down I hardly breath my mouth
is dry and I fall to my keens.
I started to cry as I slowly die all I asked
was why, why did I want to die.