The sweet release of
A knife piercing through your skin
And feeling your blood creep
Slowly down over your body
Dripping down onto the floor
Drops of that dark red liquid
All around you and over you
Such a sweet taste of violence
Letting go of yourself
Watching as it stains your skin
Your hands forever covered in blood
Right until the day you die
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Don't cut. Seriously. Ever.
Written April 26th, 2003
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The images your descriptive words create are very vivid. This is a really great poem.
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the image you have "your hands forever covered in blood right until the day you die" it's something from Macbeth... the idea of guilt... "blood on your hands" this really speaks to me, the guilt one feels from cutting.... this is amazing. well done. xxx
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I love blood and this describes it so well. Thank you so much for entering my contest!
~Abigail
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ooooh... i agree with autumn there... I LOVE blood... its so amazing to me... so intriguing! I have this shampoo for red hair that looks exactly like blood, and its so... well i dunno... just to watch it drip down and turn the water pink, like it used to when I cut... heh... nice write! keep it up!
LOVE,
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oohh..... I love blood especially the taste of blood and watching it drip it's so pretty and red... I love this I can relate and the imagery is totally awesome keep up the good work
~Autumn
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