I taste tranquility with each drop that I bleed
With every slice I become more pure
And as I fall into the trance of self destruction
The pain my soul contains
Is then set free
I am the blades mistress
Its whore
No one can feel this emptiness inside my soul
Or touch a once whole now broken heart
When I lay the blade upon my skin
You can see my tears
When the crimson river starts
To this world I am nothing more than a number
A simple statistic
Inside myself
My future is distorted
Twisted
Silenced are the words I try to speak
The fall upon deaf ears
Only do you see the scars I wear
When my eyes are dry
These wounds cry my tears
Why is it you criticize
The wounds I self inflict
Live life through my eyes
See my death
You continually insist
Author notes
Written April 28th, 2006
A contest entry
- Bleeding Veins&&Broken Hearts by SinningSaint.
350 points, ended May 14, 2006, 35 entries
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