This blood kills

by Kelly   Jul 24, 2006


Your hand on my cheek
The metal on my wrist

both so sinful
and bittersweet

make me
hate me

when i have pain
it just spills out from my vein

ill let you know when I\'m ready
when its time to be done

if you did it
you\'d know

that this blood
is the only way to feel

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  • 18 years ago

    by hayley

    I feel you.... great job.

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