Into the Hands of the Beast: Life V.S. Death
Life is a hassel,
that is full of pain,
but sometimes there
is too much to sustain,
so let your eyes
shed tears of light,
and let your sorrow
come out tonight.
The next day,
your thriving for a new life,
and that is when,
you pull out the knife,
the cool blade slides
across your wrists,
releasing the life within you,
and creating the mists,
for a moment your body
becomes completely numb,
then you think to yourself,
how could i be so dumb?
Then I'm walking down,
a long dark hallway,
nothing to be found,
can't even tell if it is
night or day,
now i know that i had
made the wrong decision,
but it is too late to correct it,
this is my fate, and now,
i must deal with it.
But this is not life,
this is just my bad choice,
and since i pulled the knife,
now i have no voice,
demons made decisions
for me now,
and satan sits there,
upon his chair,
and don't ask why or how,
why you are here now,
all of this is not unfair,
nothing can help me,
not even a prayer.
Copyright © Rachael Ramsden | Year Posted 2007
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