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Just one more time...

June 14, 2018
By death_chants BRONZE, Siliguri, Other
death_chants BRONZE, Siliguri, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Day after day,
Year after year,
I didn't see them falling in love with him.
I saw them fall out of love with me


It calls me closer, its calls me near 
"Just once and it'll be over" 
Death whispers in my ear 
Irresistible is its sweet entice 
Staring down, which one to slice, 
I observe my previous tries 
My unseen hurt and earlier cries 
No peace in my mind, no peace in my head 
The quiet intelligent me, long since fled 
Anger and rage consumes me 
My minds demons bursting to be free 
The walls of my cage finally cave 
"Just be still, just be brave" 
I slash down with an improvised knife 
"Forget this world, forget my life" 
Blood oozes and drips down the drain 
A slight tingle but no real pain 
A Calmness comes over me 
My last attempt please, it's got to be 
"Screw everyone, that's made me into this" 
The very same people who I'm going to miss 
Tears stream down my cheek, 
My head feels heavy, I get dizzy and legs go weak 
Darkness surrounds me, I get a glimpse of the abyss 
I embrace the darkness, then hear a shriek... 

Then nothing.... Blankness, no sound 
I feel my body drifting 
I hear scraping, something's stirring around 
Surrounding me, I can here creatures shifting 
I hear a scream, I hear a moan 
I want my family, I'm all alone 
I hear cry, I hear a sob 
And realize it's my own 
I know I have sinned, still I pray to god 
"Please get me out of this hell" 
I start to yell... 
No sound out my mouth, only in my mind 
No one to help me, no one for me to find 
I've never felt so scared.... 
My soul finally screamed and despaired 
"I give up..." 

A light??? 
My consciousness returns 
As it starts to get bright 
I feel myself falling 
A faint faraway voice, I hear someone calling 
Brighter now, getting brighter still 
I feel myself escaping from this hell 
Has it been months or has it been years? 
Since I was stuck in that prison, 
Trapped with my fears...

Just one more cut...                                                                                                          Just one last time;

Just one last one...

Just one more cut...                                                                                                      Just one more cut


The author's comments:

It is a little personal but then the truth is the truth, no matter how much you try to get away from it.


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