Dark Room.

Raven Wolff

05 Oct, 2012 04:43 AM
as I sit in this dark room
thoughts of..
Murder
and
suicide pass through my head.
The thought of blowing my brains out
thoughts of cutting my wrist,
ripping my veins out,
blood rushing down my arm,
bath tub filling with blood,
a river of red.
my dream.
the only thing stopping me?
My promise to you.
I'm so ready to break this promise.
So ready to pull the trigger.
ready to grab the blade.
What if i kill you,
then i don't have to worry about our promise.
haha.
Murder then suicide.
FINALLY!
I'll get what I wanted.
Finally free.
Finally out of this world.

Now, Sitting in a dark room,
planning my murder,
planning my death.
One,
Two,
Three!
Darkness.
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