Slit The Wrist And Let It Flow.

Poem By Ariel Morris

Hate and pain, feelin’ it in my veins.
Hate and pain etched in my mind.
Love and hate are all the same,
Life and death are all our problems, but you treat them as there mine.

Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !

Life and death are all the same in my mind.
Life and death are all the same,
Play with fire and get burned.
Accusations flying my way, will they ever stop?

Slit the wrist and let it flow.
Slit the wrist and let it flow.

Life and death are all the same.
Life and death, when will it end?
Anger and frustration all boiling to the top.
Vengeance and Violence seems to be the only way.

Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !

Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, is it my turn yet?
Death is living again.
Death is bliss I will never discover.

Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !

Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, a new fire is born.
Death is an eternal fire being blown out.
Death is being free from the shackles of life.

Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !

Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, it’s our destiny.
Death is the only escape.
Death is the forth stomach of a cow.
By Ariel Morris.

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