My hands are shaking, yet not with fear,
Anticipation is building, the climax near,
Blades shine in the light, watch them glitter and gleam,
As I prepare to tear at my veins, nerves, and seams.
Gently it c.u.t.s and chills me to the bone,
This sensational high, the nostalgia it creates,
Its sadistic blend of pain and pleasure,
For with open arms I |embrace
Blood runs down my arms, stains the white satin sheets,
~But satin always looks prettier when its stained with me~
My heart quickens, the sweet liquid runs out,
This my kind of morphine, the kind I can't live without.
So laugh it off, its not like I'm dead
Yet is soft, elegant whispers seemed tempting in my head,
Lullaby's flow from my lips, dripping with lust,
Mutilation is nothing when your this deep in love.
Not with your argent soul, but with my razor blade quartet,
Singing songs in silence, singing songs of death.
A troubling, sadistic melody so melancholy and precise.
On how it describes our petty, (useless) lives.
Here's a toast to all of those, drinking in the pain,
Who's desire runs wild to a bloody razor blade.
To the scars that unite us in a sinful, saddening bliss,
For all the lovers who never got to taste their angels lips.
Slowly it wears off, my miracle better than drugs,
And back to the world of the simple, boring normality,
Where I must pretend that I'm not proud, of razor blade scars.
To protect those who believe I'm crazy and to those who really are.
Strum along silently, to my razor blade quartet,
Sway to the melodies that haunt and hurt my head.
For the scars are the music, our sin the price to pay.
We can stay here forever, cause scars never fade away
.... See me please
A contest entry
- Dirty Pretty, anyone?♥ by innocence jaded.xx.
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-Razors like morphine to the wrist of an addict.
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Wow.
This is really great!
Perfect.
Thank you for entering.
good luck! -
I really enjoyed the last line. I used to be a cutter and the scars of the blades and the pain remain forever but I have gained insight through forgiveness. This is powerful and one I can relate to well. thanks for entering and good luck
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Like this ... would go great for a movie soundtrack!
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--Me and the darling Sara Moir wrote this together by the way
thank you for your darling comments--
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Credit goes to good friend -Sara Moir
very beautiful, love it, people put credit to me, heck no Sa. you made this poem so grand. -
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is friekn amazing ! i hate what its about but the poem is so perfectly writen! katie ? omg! this wow. you should send this in to be published! wow
but you know i dont like you writing like this ugh
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