Those who have never been lost in the unending gloom
Of the dark night of the soul
Can never understand
And will turn up their noses and revel in the illusion of false superiority
And they will never know
That suicide becomes harder to resist
When death has a pretty face
To match his soothing embrace
The desire to become his eternal beloved
Is almost irresistible.
Lily
11/11/2007
Of the dark night of the soul
Can never understand
And will turn up their noses and revel in the illusion of false superiority
And they will never know
That suicide becomes harder to resist
When death has a pretty face
To match his soothing embrace
The desire to become his eternal beloved
Is almost irresistible.
Lily
11/11/2007
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