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last nights session

I re-cut
the pattern on my skin agian
I watched the veins bleed out
all the hurt from within
and the blood flowed slow
the cuts slit so thin
still trying to remember
all the words you'd said
and all that we had been
so I just layed back
to let the dark haze begin
heard the demon inside
playing on my violin
inside me
laughing
enjoying another win
inside me
whispering...
taunting.......
as I cut deeper
into the skin...

Author notes

I had a bad night. I don't feel okay. that's all I have for notes

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  • skipeople
    June 3, 2008

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    YOU! I like the write, don't like the message. Not that I want you doing this, but it bleeds more when you criss-cross.

    Nice poem,
    Ash

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