Cut off my hands
Mutate me,
Let me feel another liquid flowing over them.
Running, flowing, clotting.
You know as well as I do
What these hands have done,
How they betrayed you
Devestated you.
How can you let them remain?
Knowing they were clasped around another
Realising how their gentle touch tricked you.
Cut off my hands
Let me revel in my punishment.
Let me hear the rasp
Of blade through bone
And most and worst of all:
Make me live with what I've done.
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I really hate myself at the moment
Written May 18th, 2005
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Holy shit. I got chills up and down my back. Good job. This is so powerful; I don't know why, but it is. I love dark works. I also flourish in depression; it's where my best work comes out. I love it. Peace. I truly hope you still write.
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Oops.. cut off your hands,pretty harsh for a punishment..dont you think!
I hope you feel better soon.
Pisces.
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