Sunday, August 30, 2009

Life And Death (Original Poem)

A grin on my face
A sticky red substance
dripping down my wrist
Blackness eveywhere
Everything is still
Quiet tears roll down my face
and stain my cheeks
The blood slows
A frown appears
another cut is made
Again and again
until the pain subsides

...this may take a while

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