Knife...
"A slut", (one cut)...
For every sin, she'll give in...
This frail body,
envelouped in blood, she can't win.
Rope...
"A joke?" (slip)...(choke)...
For each blood burn, it's her turn...
Feeling helpless,
She's a beginner who don't learn.
Poison...
(swallow)...(Feeling hollow)...
"Can't control life? Can't rule strife?"
She's feeling dizzy,
Could poison be worse than a knife?
Life...
Fu**ed up. "And down?"
Seeing visions, ain't no fun...
She's dead-living,
She can't keep going...
And...
Then...
--She's gone--
-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman
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