put a blade to my wrist
mark that cut down
on my slashing list.
let it bleed, let it flow
let it waterfall into nothing
and let it splash into my soul.
let it feed the anger
that it produces
trigger my thoughts
and all my juices.
a smile so thin.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|taboo (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, February 13 2014, 02:15 am|
mark that cut down on my slashing list , I love that line
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