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Stab Me
written by SuperBob02:44 AM 8/10/04Sitting in the corner of my room
Looking at the walls, at all the days gone by
My eyes land on my scissors
The crafts accomplished by those blades
A few slashes in my flesh; long since healed
The memories rushed in
A power engulfed me from within
The gleam of the netal so soft and silver
Down my spine a most seductive shiver
Thoughts racing through my mind
New improvements on an old kind--
Just stab yourself once
It's been so many months
Bask in the blood and feel free--
I almost gave in wishing that would be
But I must admit
I have since quit
Regret is there
But through the days I must bare |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
so very tempted to just jab the blades of the sharp scissors in me...i refrained...why i dont know
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (8-10-2004 - 03:30 AM)
| ...I don't really know what to say except I'm glad to see you streaming out poems. |
by CrimsonxxFears (8-10-2004 - 04:13 AM)
| Good write. I wish you stregnth in continuing not to cut, and admire you greatly in deciding to quit, and sticking to your decision. |
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