A Clean Cut

by Blake   Nov 10, 2005


Burning from the slice across my chest
Freezing from the emptiness that remains
My blood shining in all of its crimson glory
Yet it all seems to have a tint of black
Knowing that time cannot heal this wound
Knowing that soon it wont matter
Is nothing
Compared to knowing
That I gave you the knife
and you smiled

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