Shotgun (torn_wings17) wrote in scripting_death,

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Last resort

The slipknot hangs loose around her neck.
She stares down without a care.
No flashs of a happy life
But one disillusions, distruction, and dispair.

She steps forword, hangs in the air.
Her breath is short and tight.
She shuts her blood stained eyes
And is soon meet with everlasting light

She feels no more pain
Blood restored in every vain.
Everysingle inflicted scar is gone.
How can something so right be so wrong?

She finally meets her perfect world
The one she never dared to dream about before.
She meet her end,
The wench the whore.

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