The Knife

by Hali Cararnza   May 13, 2008


Cuts of sadness
Cuts of madness
The knife. The knife
Blood is dripping all around
Blood is dripping not making a sound
My scars. My scars
Notes of depression
Notes of corruption
The tears. The tears
Tears of blood drip from my eyes
Cry tears of blood because I don't want to try
The knife. The knife

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