Cutting

by EyEs WiDe ShUt   Jan 13, 2005


Carving away
making bloody designs
with bleeding lines
tears fall down
and soak your pillow
as well as the ground
your body slowly becomes weak
but you still push down
the razor begins to sink
your mind racing at a million
miles per hours
till you cant think
the razor drops to the floor
and you fall back, slowly
closing you eyes
your not breathing any more
your broken soul begins to raise
and finally your what you've always
wanted, and for once you feel happiness
all because of the razor's kiss

(plz comment and vote it would mean
alot to me thanx}

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