Cut

by Krissy barnes   Dec 24, 2005


The blade slips
the blood drips
from the open wound
i have just created
the vile fills
as a smile appears
apon my face
as the blood is drained and captured
as time goes by
all the bad memories i've had are erased
and forgotten
one more bad day
brings another blade
and the cycle goes on
forever

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