Razor Blade

by Nikiesha Pruitt   Feb 7, 2006


Death knocks at my door
The pain seems so surreal
His silver face smiles at me
I can't take any more
His gleaming eyes sparkle
It's all to much to handle
He takes my hand
My thoughts begin to race
He kisses my lips
It's almost over
"Don't be afraid", he says
Time ticks on
Come with me to my happy place
The pain becomes real
I notice his bloody teeth
I cry out but it's already to late
I realize that it's me he wants
My arm where he grasped is covered
in blood
He hit the floor
Release....
He's now gone and I'm alone
Me, my bloody arm, & my empty tears.

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  • 18 years ago

    by hidden_beauty

    I found that starting a hobby works really well. Going out with friends. It's tough to get over it but it works

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