Treasure Island

Brie Carter

(March 12,1994 / Dalton)

Little Ribbon Of Blood

Thin red ribbon
Sliding down my skin
Relief rushing through me
I've done it once again

I don't know why I can't
Just keep my promise to him
But seeing the blood
Serves to silence my mounting fears

I fell so pathetic sometimes
Because I should be stronger than this
You tell me it'll be okay
But these feelings still persist

And I can; t fight the darkness forever
Afraid it will consume
The remenant of my hope
Before they can take root and bloom

Run away quick in the night
The night will never tell
My deepest darkest secrets
That push me and compel

Falling down to the dirt
Tears blurring all I see
Can't even reach my hand out
I fear I'll never be

The person I once was
Passing though my mind
Remember the pain inside
For so long I have ben confined

Drop the razore blade
As I'm breathing my last breath
My body shivers from the cold
So beautiful in death.

Submitted: Thursday, February 12, 2009

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