Saturday 11 October 2008 photo 2/4
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''He sits upon the wooden bench,
His head rests in his hands,
He heart is pleading with his brain,
But he refuses its demands.
All his life he's felt like,
in this world he does not belong,
now he intends to see if,
they will prove him wrong.
He reveals the twin blades,
the instrument of his release,
he bows his head in one last prayer,
and ends with "forgive me, please"
And so he pierces through his veins,
and lay back down to bleed,
but his life's blood drains out from him,
his death cry none will heed...''
His head rests in his hands,
He heart is pleading with his brain,
But he refuses its demands.
All his life he's felt like,
in this world he does not belong,
now he intends to see if,
they will prove him wrong.
He reveals the twin blades,
the instrument of his release,
he bows his head in one last prayer,
and ends with "forgive me, please"
And so he pierces through his veins,
and lay back down to bleed,
but his life's blood drains out from him,
his death cry none will heed...''
Annons