The fires of hell,black like my cold blood.
An ice cold heart,frozen from breakage and decay.
Tears have dried up,only blood is left.
Life is still there,barely...
Fading fast,slipping from reality.
Into a world unknown,what now?
Shall she end it,and take her life?
Or shall she go there,a place where she might have a second chance.
Death in her heart,hate in her veins.
Blood in her memory,tears are no more.
How,how I say...
How shall I die?
A contest entry
- Anything...Anything At All by Toxic Meltdown.
400 points, ended September 19, 113 entries
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