Hold that friend
close.
Put him to your
wrist...and cut.
Listen to those demons
in your head, scream.
Open that imperfect
skin.
Let the rich crimson
wine pour and feed
the demons hunger. Let
them drink untill
they're drunk
off of that wine
only some people
can love.
Never stopping...
Author notes
I was inspired to write this after reading a book called Impulse. I've never cut myself and I probably never will....just for those of you who want to know
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hmmm
im a bit lost but again your diction is very rich and colorful
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