The art of cutting

by ashley   Oct 12, 2004


An empty face

Many scars

The blade to the flesh

the blood drips out

A quick slice its all over

Laying quietly

Less breathing

Streams of blood fall to the floor

Silent screams

Its all over

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  • 21 years ago

    by Luvmeluvr

    LOVED it! I hate poems that don't rhyme, but this one is excellent. Beautiful, deep, dark and moving. Keep it up!

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