once the razor penetrates my flesh it seems like i can never turn back
the tingling feeling calms my soul
yet makes me hunger more
i love to feel the blood flutter out
like broken butterflies
staining my hands with ruby paint
theres no time to run away
as much as i try, i can't escape
that burning sensation
that strange desire
it all flows through me
leaving hidden marks
that last forever
but in the end
i can finally feel pain
i know that i am real
not some picture hanging on the wall
a beating heart resides in me
saturated in red warmth
that trickles out
as i slice my crusted scabs
i know some of you may cringe at my thoughts
but please just think
at what it may be like
if you were me
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Comments
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I think its really good, If those are your feelings then its good to get it them out in poems, it's very good for you! Oh yea Razor cuts don't really hurt only sting a little (don't ask) All in all great poem!


