by CatastrophicTragedyXx Jan 20, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Razor blade kisses upon her pale wrists...the blood races down from lines of deceit and rejection...crimson spills on paper white skin...she closes her eyes shut as the stinging pain rages...as the thoughts of your devilish grin linger |
by she
I love this poem! |