I'm the angel of darkness,
With the razor-blade in my hand,
The blood turns to tears,
As my wrist cried out for help.
With in this hell,
The walls begin to bleed,
Of the anti-social well being.
All the cuts,
Turn to scars,
As I dwell upon,
My pain and sorrow.
Confusion,
Secrets,
Lies,
They all bleed.
They tell the suffering,
They let out a secret of suicide.
I'm just a lost human,
To stupid to fit in,
A sorry excuse for today's society,
So I am shunned upon.
The devil persists,
With the gun,
Taunts me with,
Those razor sharp handcuffs.
Author notes
Option 10
Suffering
Pain
Sorrow
Tears
Blood
Razor blade
Darkness
Angel
Devil
Hand cuffs
Gun
Scars
Cuts
Stupid
Sorry
Lost
Confused
Suicide
Anti Social
A contest entry
- Depressing.... with options by Ntagatf.
500 points, ended September 19, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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wow sweetie,
this was wounderful, great wright i loved it bunches very deep i think well babe best wishes to you in the copntest...love u lots
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very good
great wording of a horrible feeling
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great job, I really like this, i was wondering if anyone was going to do this one, i wanted to see how creative people would be! and you did a great job! Thanks for entering my contest and i wish you the best of luck! Keep up the great work!
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i love you n u kno i am always ere
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