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Bluelighter
That moment
No other word to explain it then dead
A Cold, painful, and slient
A nothingness that you want to scream but you can't
Like someone has sliced you open
with a cold knife
As you feel the cold steel against you
Ripping through you
feeling your insides leak out
the shock and knowing what has happened
That dead moment of beytral
Causing your stomach to tumble
to the final moments that you puke
but only to find you feel the same again
Wanting to reach out and beg for someone
anyone to make it stop.
Knowing no one can
That dig under your skin
crawling like a disease
inching it's way inside and out you
you think your only hope it that it may stop
and end,, sometimes it come and goes as quick as it came
but the memory stays the reminder of each time stays with you
Other times lingering you making you ache physically your body
tighting up in spasms waiting for it to pass
lost in the dead moment
No other word to explain it then dead
A Cold, painful, and slient
A nothingness that you want to scream but you can't
Like someone has sliced you open
with a cold knife
As you feel the cold steel against you
Ripping through you
feeling your insides leak out
the shock and knowing what has happened
That dead moment of beytral
Causing your stomach to tumble
to the final moments that you puke
but only to find you feel the same again
Wanting to reach out and beg for someone
anyone to make it stop.
Knowing no one can
That dig under your skin
crawling like a disease
inching it's way inside and out you
you think your only hope it that it may stop
and end,, sometimes it come and goes as quick as it came
but the memory stays the reminder of each time stays with you
Other times lingering you making you ache physically your body
tighting up in spasms waiting for it to pass
lost in the dead moment
