maya crisol Poems

If I do this...
If I do this...
And when they find me...
When they find me...
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Throw your emotions unto the sea
Let the tides wash them away
Away untill you're free
feel the wind drying up those tears
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the foul stench of your putrid flesh
haunting me even in my little death
You were there lounging on deathbed
The hideous smell of rotten eggs
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If you would only hold me
take my hand and walk with me...
we'll both find our way
through these forest lost and darkened
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Lucid nightmares...
It began as a casual dream
Fully involved in it
sudden twist of terror
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empty...void......night after night
day after day...darkness...fright...
a living carcass, restless...pointless
Blinded, scarred...falling wingless
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Now that I am sobered
I am trhinking...
what was i thinking last night?
were they even called for?
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If you think your life is ending...
Why not take a look at mine...
it's long been ending
i've been cutting
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oh yes your love
and yes your love...
it left me broken hearted and jobless
took away all my chances of finding
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this blade and my firm grip
i pressed against my wrist
a little harder this time...
just as i was about to glide it
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