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by Royal Jan 31, 2011
Sadness, depression /
Kill me now but do so slowly..Glide your blade across my chest.
I want to feel every second of your rage.
Please take away my breath.
Let my blood excite your task and if I cringe cut me deeper. Make me feel all tht pain. Take my life away and keep it.
As my soul hits the floor ..your blade becomes my seeker. Peer inside and see my lies and become my mental keeper..
Void my soul and break my mind create my being anew... Recreater of the fallen my scars are your prrof.
by Soft Parade
Interesting write, good flow and very viceral. It has been a while since I have encountered such a poem. Very thought provoking.