Wednesday 18 April 2012

War

Some days I just want to bash my head against the wall until I bleed out and die--drowning in a pool of red after I collapse
But the smell of my liquid revives me, so I live on, breathe on,
Life wants me to live and stumble into insanity
I can not decide if I stay or go
Life is in controll.

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