I don't care where you take me,
Just as long as it's not backwards,
'Cause I've been there once before.
These long red lines,
Form a subtle pattern,
It makes me feel like such a whore.
Without my Mind Control pills,
I'm on a Suicide Ride,
Surprisingly it's not much fun.
I tear open my flesh,
With a sharp piece of steel,
And watch the crimson tears run.
Sometimes I feel,
Like I need to decide,
Before it's left up to a jury.
It's going to be either me or you,
So if you plan to help,
Please hurry.
Author notes
I feel that this is my best poem. I wrote this at the darkest point of my life.
Written January 3rd, 2005
A contest entry
- Dark/Vampire/Cutter Poems by MissCassie.
300 points, ended September 20, 2005, 32 entries
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I love the rhythm... It has some song like qualities that made my brain start humming. I can imagine the feelings the voice of the poem suggests because I have been there before...
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