My LullabyFor weeks and weeksMy Lullaby
I dream of it in bed. My thoughts come and Tuck me in, While visions of glaring blades Guns, and pills Put me to sleep.
I try to feel The way it feels for a blade To pierce a vein. This is my lullaby, But tomorrow I will wake up.
I try to hear The way it sounds for a gun To fire into the brain. I try to feel The way it feels for a bullet To sever your brainstem, The last feeling I'd ever feel.
This is my lullaby, But tomorrow I will wake up.
In my mind I invision myself
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~Under the Moonlight~
welcome brother
RIP YOU!
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Find your passion and practice at it, again and again and again and again and again and again...... and again.....
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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