Take me to the isolation cave
Bring the mourners to life and dig my grave
Hold out your steaming candles and burn your hands
I'm gonna need stitches to fix this one man
Let go of your grip on me and let me catch my breath
Life is a circle, that ends with death
Unless, of course, you sell your soul to be branded by the devil
As far as companions in that journey, you'll have several
How you got there is what makes you different, your story
Don't you know that no one in hell is boring
Not one dull moment, of course that's because their all filled with pain
Some who are there tho, are used to that game.
Yet at the end of the day your just buried in a lot
Still being judged for what you are and what your not
An executioners job is never done, but that's ok
Its all in good fun
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Glad to be back :) <3 this was bassed of a dream. I hope you all held up allright, and i'm here again. so please come talk to me if you feel need be
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a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
