Thursday, April 16, 2009

Friend

I'm on the cliff
 I need a friend
Only if 
Maybe I wouldn't want my life to end.
Tears sting my cheeks
It hurts to cry
I've been waiting for weeks
For today, the day that I die
The sunlight is a gentle reminder
Of the darkness clouding my heart
Who lives therein an axe grinder
Waiting to chop it apart
My mouth is dry like chalk
As i sever the cords I use to talk.

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