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The glass shattered with a deafening crack
The fragments smashed, caught the light and reflected it back
The blade of the knife
Laid stained red, damp as the night
As blood cascaded on its path, pausing to drip form its height
To lay in the puddle, the sins and troubles within
Toiled in the young man, till he gave in, fell to his knee’s
Brushing hands through his hair,
His laugh went to whimper
How ironic he thought of his image yet just had broken the mirror
The blade still laid on the sink
To slit his wrists seemed so inviting
Shaking his head desperately, he tried so hard in to fight it
How did he let this happen,
separated a soul from his heart
It was friends till the day they die Friends until they part
Yet to part like this left the heart so torn in conflict
They were born in homage, their love was born in arguing
The young man sat on his bed
His heavy head left spinning
Trying to repair the damage dealt since now to the beginning
They were supposed to be friends
And he’d heeded the advice over
Ignoring his enemies, so he could get his inner friend closer
How could he let this go on, his hatred such a passion?
This was unbearable; he couldn’t even look at himself without action
From his second partner
So this sealed his one descision
Pulling gun from the pillow, he indicated his index to the trigger
Then glanced unwittingly at the remaining mirror…….
You pull the barrel and they have you
The automatic soak that frabric
With blood
From floor to the damn mattress
Stop with the drama you b*tch, you aint no damn actress
Why do you have to ruin this for both of us
You let it bust
And we’ll both be gone,
And they’re wont be no inner friend who’s saving us
No wonder your mum doesn’t call, and your dad cast you out
And you seem to be hating me, but your family hates you now
Cos your flame blew out, and you’re stranded in the darkness
My home is where my heart is, so if im alone then youre heartless
Chris….. do you remember at your 12th birthday party
you stabbed that girl with a birro
she saw you to the mirror you were talking
and muttering incarnations, that’s was f*cking shady
hahahah, cos you got the blame, and they all called you crazy
Chris stood up, kept his temper
Even though his legs trembled
Wishing it hadn’t happened, it had been fine when he was eleven
Then this devil claimed to be his friend
Saying friend till the end, and stupidly he took it all in
Truthfully, his friend was always true to me
But to be true to me, was to deceive his friend so truthfully
And as the friend smiled finally, and picked the knife for him to see
Cos true, this pain was you to me, put its fine cos you are me
The glass cracked, and the blood ran it path……….
Psychotic Diagnosis’s report:
The young man had been supposedly suffering depression
As he went from timid and shy, to almost crazy and aggressive
I believe this took him to take his life
Suffering illusions ‘when he saw his other side inside’
And so he had stabbed himself to the heart and the inner
Yet somehow had stabbed and left blood splattered on the mirror
As if attacked from an assailent and himself, how weird
Yet some of us have these demons, and some let that beast win
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For years in Europe, Christianity was law
so how many deaths were caused in the name of Our Lord
Sense would tell me it aint the words on the pages
but the interpretation of it that fuelled the crusaders
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