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Wake up dead

Filling up on Hate
Killing in the Name of
Slipping down the Slippery slope
Of my thoughts

Bleeding all over me
Wipe the blade, lick the blood
I am the essence in that red liquid
That slowly seeps into the ground

Wishing for Love
Killing the Hate within me
In the darkness stands
Scarred and disfigured
Blindfolded and Bound
Is hope of life
My own personal vicitm

I take the blade, and cut off her clothes
I slice her skin
I slame her head into the wall
The violence within me
But she still loves me

Welcome to my Darkness
There is no light here
I am a prisoner in my own shadows
of My mind

Filling up on Love
Letting go of the hate
Another night I lay my head down to sleep
Another morning I wake up
to face another day
Why can't I wake up dead?

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Written December 23rd, 2005

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