Razors edge

by Cassie   Aug 21, 2006


Numb to the razors edge
i feel as if im close to death
the sorrow that fills these veins
no longer can i restrain
For i have nothing left to gain
My hole life is filled with pain!
this red that surrounds my body
So covered so pure
its the razors edge that i adore
this body lyes limp , so quiet , so cold
For her broken soul couldnt take any more

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  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Every wheat ferments, for good brew. Within every scar, healing dwells.