Cut

by Thomas A Michel   Jun 15, 2005


Wasting my life away waiting for the death that never seems to arrive. Slicing the flesh that holds me together. The blood dripping down, staining the floor that I stand upon; puddles forming. I need help oh so much help for I enjoy this. 1 cut 2cut 3cut 50. Holding my breathe; feeling the sting please come save me. One two breath slice. One two breath slice. Echoing through my head. When does it stop? When will I regain my senses? Stop me. Hurry. The razor's cutting too deep. Sooth my pain. I'll be waiting. Until you come I repeat my cycle. One two breath slice slice. One two breath slice slice slice. One two three four five....... gone.

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