Under clear blue skies

by Emma   Nov 21, 2005


As the knife slices through
I feel a shudder
As my skin is torn
There's a pain like thunder

The sharpened edge is as cold as ice
I slice it again
Without thinking twice

The trickle of blood slowly drips down
The unbearable pain doesn't even cause me a frown

I'm dead to this feeling
No tears in my eyes
i take my own life
Under clear blue skies

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  • 19 years ago

    by Emily parsons

    This poem rocks
    one of my faves
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