Razorcuts

by The Black Rose   Oct 10, 2006


The cuts in my arm
turned red the moment i made them
blood dripped out
dripped down my arm and hand
the blood is warm and bright red
it tastes sweet
so i lick it off
and swallow it
every time the cuts go deeper into my wrist
and deeper in my hand
ripping my soul apart
and i drink the blood
and when i had enough
i'l let the blood drip down my arm
and let it go
dripping sounds on the floor
dripping sounds inside my head
and every time i hear them
i feel connected with the Vampires
the Vampires of the dark night
drinking blood from wounds...
but i from Razorcuts

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