Loki Wyrd Posted December 17, 2004 Report Posted December 17, 2004 The life you take is your own. You can feel your lip quiver When you taste blood: Only too late Do you decide to live. Survival is paramount To escape the fear That you only thought you'd felt All your life, Until now. When it matters most You can't feel the eyes upon you-- It's always been you, Just imagining What it would be like. It's never as you'd imagine.
Peredhil Posted December 21, 2004 Report Posted December 21, 2004 You know, in a very odd way, this echoes this season's feelings very well for me. Perhaps its the contrast between media's expectations and the reality, but the holiday season seems like a fever dream. The problem with suicide is that you can accidently kill yourself.
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