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Hail on my wrist
By Cwn Annwn
Life so unbound
Rain turns to hail
Hit my wrist...
Draw my final vail
I'm pushed to the ground
Sick of fighting,
For every last breath
Sick of crying,
For every mourned death
I love you for difference,
From all the rest
Words can not heal,
How hate had it's fest
Satan took my voice
I'm losing all strength and grow weaker in time
Forgive me for my sins
Fuck the bread and Fuck the wine
She wouldn't understand the feelings I felt
She couldn't have known the promise I dealt
...The knife so cool
Crossing thin skin
Sitting in a pool
Waiting for life to end
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Copyright 2004 Noctem Aeternus
Published on Tuesday, February 3, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Hail on my wrist"
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A former member wrote:
Very well written, could see it in my head.
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On Tuesday, February 3, 2004, -Oz-
(134)
wrote:
"I love you for difference, From all the rest".....isn't that always the case?.....great write ~oZ~
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A former member wrote:
OoOoOoO!!! suicide. love it !! love ~blood
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On Friday, February 13, 2004, Cwn Annwn
(91) wrote:
Hmm...Suicide is done with me...for the most part...I'm trying to stop, but there's not much of a choice for me~GoNe~
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On Tuesday, February 3, 2004, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
I don't know what's worse. Suicide poetry, or people who just love suicide. *sigh*
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A former member wrote:
i agree with six-out...even tho it's quite hypocritical
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