I rise with a knife,
I rise with a sacrifice,
The cut of my flesh,
The cut of my life,
This pain of love,
This waste of blood,
Brings suicide to f#ck with my head,
Try to bring a white jacket with some drugs,
Nothing is left but a f#ck up head.
That is all alone in my mind.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is my Solitary blood slice with ice in my cup.
