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Dark Red Drop
written by DarkAngelBlood09:25 PM 6/9/04| I sit on the floor, all dark and cold. I get up and lay on my bed. Just trying to relax. The bed itself fits me to a mold. I stare at the ceiling. I'm bored with nothing to do. Same old music, nothing on t.v. I feel a sharp curiousness in my eye. Look outside my bedroom, past the door and the livingroom. My eyes lead me to the kitchen. I spot some knives that lie in a wooden box. With my boredom, my body leads me to those knives. There are sitting there with an imaginary sign that says "take one." So I do. A big one. It's in my left hand, sharp, pointy; ready to attack. I lift it above my right wrist. I close my eyes and strike, slowly. The blade slips through the skin for the first time. I open my eyes and blood is dripping onto the kitchen floor below. drop by drop, a pool of it, just on the floor. A dark red puddle. I look at my hand with kinfe in it. Crimson colored too. I drop the knife and drop to my knees. |
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