pull a wrist
and cut a vein
in the end
there's only pain.
I can yell
or i can vent
only death
is my testament.
I walk the road
and on my path
I see the green
and see the grass
I see the things
I have to miss
I feel the stings
of a forgoten kiss
I feel the pain
of unsaid goodbye
and sense the pain
mixed in your eyes.
I tread the path
where old trees fell.
I walk away
to no farewells.
COMMENTS
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LIFEBLOOD
12:36 Aug 14 2008
Very good.
fr4gil3
01:42 May 23 2012
I've definitely felt this before...