The Last TrickleDeep inside my trembling gutsThey turn black and sickening.My clotted blood churnsWhen the anger is thickening.I gouge out my precious eyesAnd rip out my fragile bone.I break the careful stitches Till their replenished and resown.Biting my teeth into my pink skinRip and rip at itTill the layer is thinSlitting my armAnd watching the blood formFeeling the trickleA liquid so warm.No more last words...No more last regrets...no more grieving emotions...No more!As you watch my blood drain away...The last Trickle...A room full of memories lingering with deathAn eternal suicide, spirits of what's left.Hol
its really strange eye lines's i saw it before at some web site