Category : Poems

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These are my tears,  that drips into the very first lines that I wrote onto this paper. My own blood spewing out of my body. My blood, the blood that is boiling only do to the fact of knives.  Knives! Knives! Knives and more knives. Looking at the reflection in the creasant handle daggered through my chest.  Ripping the seens from the beginning but yet! There just starting out. Taking a notice that my skins had been split. Split more then I can say 1, 2, 3, 4 times in a row. It burns more then HELL itself! Looking at the reflection right down in the center I've saw nothing but the PAIN, GUILT,  SADNESS. The matches that lights its fires onto my skin to say as if I were being burned in a fire. But fire is my double standard. They say that fire can sinch the opening cracks of skin. For this is what I call my remedy in a crisis.  Now that my bloods are disappearing in thin air the tears that I've cried earlier is my salvation in the end. NO MORE BLOOF WILL SHED FROM THIS BODY!!!