Post by >>Sacora<< on Feb 22, 2008 18:42:02 GMT -5
She'll take you down with a single thrust
She's taken over to quickly
No medication can kill the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
Cause she belongs to heaven
She's comin over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip
The same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip
The same old trip as before
Darkness...Blackness...Numbness
Blood...Pain...Burden
Small gasps echoed through the almost empty house. In one room, a pitch black dog whimpered, clawing at the door, trapping him, keeping him from his master. He whimpered...fully aware of everything that was happening in the room above him.
Above that room, was a large bathroom. Another sharp gasp came as the young, black-haired woman leaned over the skin. The water was running...but it was red.
Suddenly, the young woman threw something across the room, it hit the wall with a metallic tink, splattering it with blood, before falling to the floor.
"Must stop...must stop...must stop..." she muttered between gasps. She shoved her wrists under the water, wincing. "Please...let me stop..." she whispered.
To her horror...the blood didn't stop...it just kept coming...terrified she ran to get a towel, pressing it against the open wounds. She twisted the towel around her arms, before huddling in the corner.
Tears stained her pale cheecks as she whimpered...the burning in her veins...in her arms...was finally there...and yet...this time...it was worse. She cried out...all numbness gone. Below her, a dog howled.
She bit her lip as the pain grew...all she wanted was for it to stop... Oh Lord...please let it stop! Then as she glanced at the knife on the floor...she knew one way that she could stop it... No! her concious screamed at her. Not this way!
She unwound the towel, wincing. Her horror grew as she realized...it was still bleeding. She began to feel light-headed. Oh God no! she thought. Am I...
It all got dark.
Shattered burst out of the room, and pelted up the stairs, to the bathroom door, he whimpered, scratching at the door, attempting to open the door...to try to help her... He whimpered, then planted himself in front of the door, waiting for it to open. He began to howl, endlessly, trying to get someone to anwser.
She's taken over to quickly
No medication can kill the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
Cause she belongs to heaven
She's comin over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip
The same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip
The same old trip as before
Darkness...Blackness...Numbness
Blood...Pain...Burden
Small gasps echoed through the almost empty house. In one room, a pitch black dog whimpered, clawing at the door, trapping him, keeping him from his master. He whimpered...fully aware of everything that was happening in the room above him.
Above that room, was a large bathroom. Another sharp gasp came as the young, black-haired woman leaned over the skin. The water was running...but it was red.
Suddenly, the young woman threw something across the room, it hit the wall with a metallic tink, splattering it with blood, before falling to the floor.
"Must stop...must stop...must stop..." she muttered between gasps. She shoved her wrists under the water, wincing. "Please...let me stop..." she whispered.
To her horror...the blood didn't stop...it just kept coming...terrified she ran to get a towel, pressing it against the open wounds. She twisted the towel around her arms, before huddling in the corner.
Tears stained her pale cheecks as she whimpered...the burning in her veins...in her arms...was finally there...and yet...this time...it was worse. She cried out...all numbness gone. Below her, a dog howled.
She bit her lip as the pain grew...all she wanted was for it to stop... Oh Lord...please let it stop! Then as she glanced at the knife on the floor...she knew one way that she could stop it... No! her concious screamed at her. Not this way!
She unwound the towel, wincing. Her horror grew as she realized...it was still bleeding. She began to feel light-headed. Oh God no! she thought. Am I...
It all got dark.
Shattered burst out of the room, and pelted up the stairs, to the bathroom door, he whimpered, scratching at the door, attempting to open the door...to try to help her... He whimpered, then planted himself in front of the door, waiting for it to open. He began to howl, endlessly, trying to get someone to anwser.