Slim Grim's blog: "Dark Poetry"

I may seem like you, on the outside you see, but in my mind is what i am, its the pain and sorrow thats woven me! I've hidden it for so long, its impossible to learn, unles you look into my eyes, and see the love I yearn. my mind so much like a desert, so dry, and filled with death, the more I walk, the more I run, the more I'm out of breath... to leave this place is all I want, to leave and live my life, I want to live up there with you, and forget all of this strife... my mind is so desolate, so twisted from fear and pain, you'r the only one who can save me, and give this desert its much needed rain!

sittin in the dark, its blindingly black... my blade in hand, the patience i lack, to just cut so accurately, ive never done before, to just cut wildly. seems more.. more like me, just cut until i bleed blood covers my everything, your love is all i need...

Blades pass through the skin, the pain it seems so pointless, like a fly in temptation's web, struggling seems so worthless. Blood rushes down your arm, it leaks from wrist to wrist, the pain you crave is back again, with the scars youve oh so missed. your blade it lies, in your motionless hand, your tears they are dried, like the dryest of sand. at school the next day, people wonder what is wrong, but he shakes his head and smiles and says, "nothing, just singing my song" but he knows whats wrong, and so does the girl of his dreams, she snatched his heart and crushed it, and ripped it at the seams...

lets play a game, let us see who wins, Grab that gun, and put only one bullet in. You spin the Chamber, the Game has started, My real question waiting, whos body will be carted, away from this place, with one hole through the head, with their brains in a bucket, their body lay lifeless and dead, You put the gun to your head, You close your eyes, you pull the trigger, and to your surprise, youve past your turn, and now on to the next, you hand me the gun, your face i detest, i spin the chamber, i care not of death, i ready my finger, and take one last breath, i pull the trigger, and i open my eyes, why, oh why was this such a surprise, to have escaped that easy, would have been sin in itself, so why not just wait out the pain, instead of killing myself? a permanent solution, to a temporary pain, by doing all that, what would i gain, to burn in hell, with demons and the sort, where russian roulette, has 6 bullets, not just one!