Tearing at my flesh
Cutting, releasing the hot, crimson
Juice that flows so freely
Through the gas lines of my body.
Slicing into my skin so viciously
Venting the pain and anger.
The deeper it slits my flesh
The more I bleed the ripe
Red blood that soothes my thoughts so.
The windows of my mind see a white
Relentless light that's drawing me near.
My overly scarred body goes numb,
Then limp as I enter the light.
The sleep of eternal serenity over takes
Me as the luscious smell of death sets
In the room and the blade falls from my hand.
All of life's broken dreams and promises are left
Behind as my cold, lifeless body is lowered
Into its final resting place.
In the closed casket with my stiff,
Decaying body lies the only friend
I've ever had, my blade.
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Written April 8th, 2005 B l o o d f i l l e d c e r e a l
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good
tis a good piece
well done
thanks for entering contest -
you don't deserve that fate, you deserve so much more.
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omg wow brought some tears and some memories. but a very good write keep it up. keisha
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