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By Mercy Echenique Date: 2009 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2009.08.27.14.48.3197]] |
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Rip open these scars, let the blood slowly run down my leg. Fresh new wounds developing where old scars layed. Feel your heart racing, while the razor blade is tracing over new skin. First comes the pain, then its just numb, what a head rush. Dare I cross the boundry of the lines between multilating your self horizontally to vertically? You can't say I won't cuz you don't know me. Holding this blade for so long, my fingers begin to smell like metal, This once beautiful flower is down to its last petal. Cold hands run along new cuts, my warm body shivers at the cool sensation. Is it possible? Can it be that I can still feel? I begin to cut diagonally, X marks the spot, but unfortunetly, there is no treasure buried beneath. The little blood thats left in my, slowly seeps out on to the wooden floor. I need to cut deeper, I want to see more blood. One slash after another after another, until there's nothing left to cut open. And its all because of you. Soaking in my own self pity, along with being drenched in my own blood, Sitting on the cold wooden floor, no one to hear my lament. Thoughts of suicide now turn to thoughts of murder and hate. I've seen my own blood run, now what's left is for anothers to flow deep as a dark crimson river. To have their blood on my hands, tastes so sweet. I want to destroy man-kind, you've put this thought in my head that they don't deserve to live. I want to see them die, burn their bodies, I won't be satisfied till I smell flesh burning and turning to ashes. I want to choke you, see your eyes roll to the back of your head, Asphixiate you till your no longer living, but dead. The reels turning in my mind will become as clear as day when the pictures are displayed. Not stopping till what I'm thinking is what I'm seeing, So these are the true thoughts of a violent demented being... |