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by Razor Blade Kiss 666
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Dark night she was all alone, though she called them no friend picked up the phone.

Though she needed them they weren't even their, she wondered if they even did care.

So she took out her blade and slit her wrist then watched the blood seep out, it eased her pain and self doubt.

Then she she picked up the phone call her best friend, the one who's always their for her when shes at wit's end.

Her best friend picked up the phone and answered hello then whats wrong are you okay?, she said I'm sorry but in this world I cant stay.

Her best friend said don't be stupid please don't leave me she said I cant take it anymore are you blind? Cant you see?, the demon within is killing me.

Its always their and I'm falling apart, though you cant see its tearing my heart.

Every time I fall it laughs then glares at me with those red eyes and that fanged teeth grin, though I try to fight against it I just cant win.

Its squeezing my heart though you cant see, its slowly but surely killing me.

She cut and cut for the demon she was trying to tame, though shes giving in to it calling her name.

Then she hung up the phone ran to the closet took out the gun, fore not yet has the demon won.

She pointed the gun strait at her heart, even though she knew it wasn't smart.

She knew what she had to do fore only she could see, the demon who refused to let her be.

Yes the one thats deep inside beneath the skin, the one she cant let win.

Though she tried to tame it with the blade time and time again, she could never escape from this over baring sin.

Though the demon was winning and tearing her apart, she shot herself so it wouldn't take her heart.

Best friend got their as quick as she could lying their on the floor was her dead friend crying she fell to her knees, as the demon clung to her like a passed disease.

Then as a little time had passed she started to feel, turns out the demon she thought was fantasy was actually real.

Then her friend saw on the table her dead friends knife, and with it she took her life.

Then on the news they announced the parents who came home to their daughter and her best friend dead, from person to person the demon was spread.

A never ending chain of people who caught the demon and was cursed with it inside, everyone of them committed suicide.

So my message to you before you use that gun or knife, think how many after you will take their life.


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