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I used to cut myself, seeing my blood fall, wondering if I could bleed dry the vein that inks the surrounding with Essence of ones self. a smile lifts on the crease of lips closed. In darkness it bleed inside, the thoughts of ending not my Own, to release the bonds of some others life. I started with Walking by, just a gentle tap of a scalpel, screams echoed loud. Always crowded streets where my playground of rouge, as Their veins wept ****** tears. So many cried upon touch. Never seeing that intimate contact weeping life so much. But my thought cut upon each, bleeding the urge to extract Others life through the action of a touch. I wished then to Be still, for my kiss to shed their life upon the floor. To end breath is easy, it takes a single action for their motions, Breath to be expelled with the playful intent. Could I end it with But a motion or fill the demon with its needed fill. Motion is set, timing is a clock that counts down, till that second Where they are still and I am fulfilled. I will burn for this deed but They will burn before me, all will be cleansed and all evidence gone.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
I Used To Cut Myself
I used to cut myself, seeing my blood fall, wondering if I could bleed dry the vein that inks the surrounding with Essence of ones self. a smile lifts on the crease of lips closed. In darkness it bleed inside, the thoughts of ending not my Own, to release the bonds of some others life. I started with Walking by, just a gentle tap of a scalpel, screams echoed loud. Always crowded streets where my playground of rouge, as Their veins wept ****** tears. So many cried upon touch. Never seeing that intimate contact weeping life so much. But my thought cut upon each, bleeding the urge to extract Others life through the action of a touch. I wished then to Be still, for my kiss to shed their life upon the floor. To end breath is easy, it takes a single action for their motions, Breath to be expelled with the playful intent. Could I end it with But a motion or fill the demon with its needed fill. Motion is set, timing is a clock that counts down, till that second Where they are still and I am fulfilled. I will burn for this deed but They will burn before me, all will be cleansed and all evidence gone.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
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