Craving

by Jeff Ward   Sep 28, 2006


Trembling
such a pretty
little blade
glinting moonlight
for me

it paints for me
staining scarlet
releasing
let the blood
flow up

stare
at the beautiful
razor blade
euphoric anticipation
and i lose who i am

i lost myself

amidst the pain
among the blood
and scars
the razor blade
takes control
and i exist
within a void

i lost myself

...and i crave it

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