~Papercuts~

Even the dullest side of this sword, has a point that so Sharp
Although short may this blade be, yet still length to pierce the Heart
Inked upon your surface, with saturation to your Core
Down a Cold shaft drips hot ink, leaving a stain to shatter the Soul

Panes providing either a Quick Death, or a Slow Torturous Inkling
Pinned by the penned pains, of a mighty Stroke
You need only apply the Pressure, against any skinned Scroll
And watch as sorrows from two dark hued bloods, begin to Flow

Your emotions, your reactions, your cries and Smiles
This Blood will Control, your ebbs and Flows
With but a twist of the Wrist, another life Dismissed
Just how deep can these paper cuts Go

Cutting deep into your mind, with these paper cuts of Mine
So walk cautiously in this paper field, of land Mines
Or these inked thoughts I fathom, past your eyes like a Phantom
Ghostly aberrations lodged, in your memory for all Time

As I lay ink to this Page, I give blood to my Rage
Holding high my sword, for this pagan Sacrifice
And with every word Gone, I etch blood to hearts of Stone
Knowing not the power which I wield within this little Knife

With this blood line I can outline your entire Lifeline
To the point, where you presume yourself...Dead!
But in the blink of an eye, I can revise this Bloodline
And even resuscitate and revive, the emotionally Dead!

So what should be the penance, for a callous and thoughtless Sentence
And what should it be for Those, who don't give a Fuck!
Just lay your sword upon high and ink pain across their Eyes
And write their Last rites with the ritual of....~Paper Cuts~

Get The Point

Be Careful With Words Written
For Thoughtless Scribed Wounds Seldom Heal

Peace
Holla @ Ja Boi
TX Leonard