Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm premature in my decay.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words
I never want to hear.
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking on my own blood.

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    General Commenti totally agree with psychotic one,and i think the writer was kinda sorry and scared about it all because he's tslking abot repenting and hoping someone will"extract all his fear" but i'm just crazy into trying to figure out people's emotions like that
    risse_des_feuerson May 17, 2002   Link

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