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DrowningI slowly dip my toes
And test the flowing water,
Little did I know
My heart was up for slaughter.
It coats my skin,
I feel the pressure on my chest.
A hug to take the life from me,
Now I know it's for the best.
Come through my mouth
And wash my soul
No one ever has to know.
A longing that I feel so strong,
A longing that should feel so wrong.
SickI want so badly to be cured
But no pills or creams can remove you.
Now amputation is my only hope
So with drink in hand, I dull my senses
And cut you off.
But you still remain
Like a cancer that grows
And multiplies until once again,
You've infested my body
Making it burn and ache.
Why must you weaken me?
I've lost all independence
And the freedom to release my longing.
My body is yours now.
To own, to control, to keep.
No matter what you say
I know that's how you want it to be.
HopeThe hand of death reached out; pleading.
The hand of death took me in; leading.
And all the while I was in awe
Of this beautiful creature's misleading claw.
I took death's hand and it felt good,
Better than I thought it could,
And I began to slip away
But then your voice shouted, "stay!"
The hand of you reached out; stabbing.
The hand of you took me in; grabbing.
And from my lips came a sigh
As your eyes pleaded, "why?"
Impulsively, my lips met yours
And death was full of hate.
Tender. Heated. Reckless love.
Death would have to wait.
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