The blade

by candace   May 8, 2007


All the pain hidden between the mask and its hidden face
the blades sharpness between the skin and the edge
warm red blood drips from the reasons the blade feels so good
tears fall onto the papers hidden sorrows
pain that becomes apparent in the way life is lived
a dark force that soaks through your veins and into your heart
sorrow and agony are disappearing into the black and blue abyss of pain and anger
memories that sink further into the lake of neverending thoughts
flashes fo your life pass you by with every unlived moment
borrowing time from the universes pale blue eyes

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