Murder Me Slowly

by The Queen of Spades   Jan 17, 2007


The gashes on my arm
Only symbols of my infestation
The hate that never ceases its growth in me
Yet it cures my pain and makes my mind red with numb
Blood thicker than water
It covers all the holes that make me less of a person
But the tide rises with every painful stroke
You hold the scissors to my hands yet again
Murder me slowly
Please

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    Wow...this was excellent.
    So sad and dark, I thought it was really powerful and had great impact.
    The imagery used was excellent.

  • 17 years ago

    by Leanne

    Wow!! Great poem, in my opinion one of the best i've read of yours, i really liked it.
    5/5

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