Raw tastes on my tongue trigger my senses
The taste of titanium silver touching the smooth
Muscle known as my tongue
Don’t be alarmed when the flesh begins to bleed
Don’t look at me in disbelief; I’m in a straight jacket aren’t I?
It matches with my heart, bound and restrained from movement or the slightest bit of improvement. It’s in a state of containment, because my heart and I are so destructive.
Then I hear the rhythmic beat of the blade sinking in with the beating of my heart
Eyes closed, but still knowing what’s going on. Bleeding profusely, but still knowing I can’t stop.
Small motions of my body, telling me I’m in pain
Ignoring, I don’t need it anymore
I don’t need the pain; I don’t need you or anyone else
All I need are my scissors to help pass the time
Author notes
http://mais2.deviantart.com/art/I-D0NT-NiD-iT-ANyM0RE-40806198
i was inpsired by this picture. which i thought was a very interesting picture i like it a lot. 
I don't think this is very good, but i like the topic.
GREAT CONTEST!! <3
A contest entry
- Let your imagination run wild...PICTURES! ^-^ by Sick Sunshine.
300 points, ended August 26, 2008, 10 entries
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Great work!
I really like this piece,
it is well written!
Good luck! -
its great babe
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"It matches with my heart, bound and restrained"
I really enjoyed reading this poem.
I too absolutely just love the picture.
your poem put the image in place.
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