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Pink instrument of pain
written by xXsilent-tearsXx07:07 PM 4/19/05I sit in the echoed silent white room
the pink instrument of release in my left hand
with this i stroke my soften skin
and watch the red water trickle down
This feeling distracts me
and makes me feel like a blank sheet
no stains of my life to depress me now
In a dissolutioned thought
I think i can make this a better feeling
so I change my stroke to saw
Pressing hard with my instrument of pain
Seeing my soften flesh
caught up and shredded
The water benath changes from orange to deep red
staining my once pure sheet
and starting my pain once again |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Eden (4-22-2005 - 03:05 PM)
| I like you're poem. :) I stopped cutting myself when people found out. It's no fun if they're constantly watching you. |
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