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My Road to Happiness by Anonymous Deeper and deeper the cuts do grow Faster and faster the blood does flow. Oh what a bitch, that one'll need a stitch. How will I explain all of this? Have I fallen too far into the abyss? The blood is still dripping, a puddle has formed. I need to get out or I'll surely be stormed. I paint my chest crimson with a bloody red rag. I beat myself blue with a belt and a nag. My knuckles are bruised from punching the walls but then, with a knife in my hand, someone calls. But that murmur is only a voice in my head telling me stop or soon you'll be dead. And then a soft whimper, a tear down my cheek My face is all wet from the water I leak. Then soft, sweet serenity I feel in my bones A feeling of happiness, then start the moans. I could end it now but the blood would stop bleeding And then who would take over when my joyfulness needs feeding? So for now I just sit and relish this feeling with a smile on my face and my eyes on the ceiling. Tomorrow I might finish the deed but for the time being, I sit here and bleed. Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |