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Janelle Morehart

(Feb.25,1992 / Some Army Hospital in Georgia)

Come


Black blood spilt across my hands
Smeared unto the floor
Pouring from the hole
The hole that resides in my heart
My soul pouring out in turrents of black blood
Darkness spreading all around me
Numbness claims my body
Oh such peace
No pain, no anger
Just the peace
The darkness that calls me in
Come rest, come be at peace
Let your sorrows behind
All your pain and strife
Come join me in the darkness
Forever alone
Forever at peace
'Come' it says
Come it says again
So I go then im lost
I hope one day you join me
When you hear my voice calling
'come'

Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006
Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010
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