IMPORTANT PICTURES AND SAYINGS FOR ME TO REMEMBER:

Death is an art, and suicide is a self portrait, a masterpiece of both pain and freedom. I see your portrait in the ornament of lies, with the senseless marble eyes, And that day I learned the horrible truth, I too saw black snow falling from a black sky.
"I lay here tonight in a dark silent room,
Feeling only pain and
uncontrollable gloom.
Pictures of the blood flash in my head,
Pictures of
you laying on the floor dead.
Never to come back and mess up my life,
I
smile as I wipe your blood from my hand,
Your darkened red blood spills out
on the street,
Your cold heart stops dead in its beat,
I think back to all
the pain and the hurt,
As I cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you
or your game I can no longer run,
And me killing you was my turn for
fun,
Oh how they'll cry and Oh how they'll weep,
But I know their sorrow
is only skin deep,
As I turn to walk down the cold empty street,
I walk to
the rhythm your heart used to beat.
I think back to you lying dead on the
floor,
And smirk knowing your heart beats no more."


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