There is another cut
One of thousands
A swift blend of beauty
Of elegance with a knife
And crimsons of bloodied flesh
Art truly felt
There falls another drop
One of thousands
Sweet on the lips
Bitter on the tongue
But brilliant on a blade
Art truly seen
There goes another youth
Just another of thousands
All for lover
Hated by reflections
But stunning beyond sight
Art truly indescribable
There goes another soul
Just another for the statistics
Author notes
The city I live in has the highest teen suicide rate recorded for its population, and this is just my take on teen issues and suicide.
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