My friend

by mysticlove   Jan 19, 2012


Hold your wrists high my dear,
For the knife is ur savior
You have no one to shelter you now

Im your only friend.
Grab the point and stab it in,
Feel me cut along ur skin

Now breath in deeply now and feel my release,
Your blood drops onto the ground
In beautiful perfect droplets
You fall.

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