One Slice of Hell
By poemguy
staring at me from across the rooma razor blade sits in my midst taunting me, daring me just to pick it upmy father has just died,my mom is gone as wellthey crashed together on the highway to hellno ones left for me to piss off or make cryso maybe I should walk across the room,pick up the blade, and prepare to dieafter hours of deliberationi jump to my feet without hesitationwalking to the instrument destined to determine my fatewonder if momma and daddy will be waitin at hells fiery gateone slice is all it tookfor me to bleed as much as i couldfor the first time in my life i was afraid to dieit's to late now, but don't you give this a try Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 03:43 PM PST 0 • 1
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"staring at me from across the rooma razor blade sits in my midst taunting me, daring me just to pick it upmy father has just died,my mom is gone as wellthey crashed together on the highway to hellno ones left for me to piss off or make cryso maybe I should walk across the room,pick up the blade, and prepare to dieafter hours of deliberationi jump to my feet without hesitationwalking to the instrument destined to determine my fatewonder if momma and daddy will be waitin at hells fiery gateone slice is all it tookfor me to bleed as much as i couldfor the first time in my life i was afraid to dieit's to late now, but don't you give this a try..."