Stories Whisper

Stories whisper down your wrists and thighs
Songs of pain and sadness
Latched on and never letting go
The lines, scars of self torture
And self hate, deep within a secret is told
Stories whisper down your wrists and thighs
Spread like they are waiting for the taking
the raping, the soul breaking
Primed for the pain and the hate
These stories whispered down your wrists and things
As fingers grasp unsure and feeble
On a love that perhaps is only fantasy
A cruel twist of fate another scar to a mind
A mind of trap laden pathways and dark alleyways
Just begging for you to get shot and mugged
Bullets ripping through memories and flesh
Gaping wounds to add to the stories
Whispered down wrists and thighs
The blood upon the ground
Is all we can see when your stories whisper another
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