I dwelt in bowels of evil for so long
I've kissed the lips of death, be it incredibly wrong
I've scaled the walls of hate, so tall and strong
I'll be the one to break, now play my sweet sorrowed song
I took the scissors from the three of fate
To make these scars on my wrists of pure unbridled hate
I'm the artist in the world, full of a darkened taint
and the help you sent was much much too late
I smile as I fall back into the lake
What a ripple was made, and left in my wake
My lungs fill with water as I start to think
I'm sorry dear would, the pain I could not longer take.. ..
-Jessica Carpenter-
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