Cuts

by Dark Elmo   Feb 2, 2006


Strange mood,
Strange blade.
Tears are red,
Searing pain.
Daggers, knives,
Kitchen tools.
Digging deep,
With every move.
Love, hate,
Heart break.
Lead me on,
Make me great.
Cutting Deep,
To the bone.
Guilty, Pathetic.
All alone.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lucy Lewin

    This is a really good poem. I like your stuff. 5/5
    x3 Lucy

  • 18 years ago

    by marcus

    Clever poem i liked it alot....

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