Make My Day

Make my day, say something that will reach my heart,

Just before it's torn apart,

And scattered among the bleeding, weeping roses,

Knife held high, Suicide proudly poses,

Only you can save me now,

I tell myself that, but you don't know how,

Everything is stained to red-black,

The haze of hellish confusion is coming back,

Please save me, I don't want to die,

But we've learnt by now that I bleed, not cry... 


The End

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