It's a tool,
carving a new pattern onto my skin.
Patterns that make a different person;
a better person,
cradling a dream
untouched by pain,
unlicked by the flame of regret,
the whip of distant hope.
Patterns that break the habit of
repetitive guilt.
Patterns that keep me from demolition.
Guitar solos in the background,
bringing this movie to life.
Blood and salt, metal to skin,
it's all a sin, a beautiful sin;
Pain was never meant to feel this good.
A contest entry
- Self Mutilation.....Why by WillAlwaysLove.
600 points, ended January 7, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Congratulations, you hit it right on the head. What beautiful words and your flow was excellent. I absolutely loved it. I hope you do not cut yourself as I did for many years. I it a rough road, a lonely one. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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cool.....first,i thought this was on tattooing.....but then i saw the blood part(and also viwed the contest page)!
really love the way uve explained the self-destructive nature seen in some individuals.
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Thanks a lot, man. =)
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