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KILLME Apr 2014
Fire shower

Failure blade

Loss of power

Confidence frayed
pam Apr 2014
ive been trying you know
ive been trying to forget you
that first hello
i wish it was a dream
that you never existed, no faults to redeem.

ive been trying to pretend
that this would be a fairytale in the end.

a reality i keep trying to accept
but when your face intercepts

memories flashback and everything that has been.
and it cuts like a blade in my skin
leaving all the scars and mind numbing pain.

you're an angel in disguise
you were using your innocent eyes
but now i realized
everything was a huge lie.
-PD
Alissa Rogers Aug 2012
You are quite a gifted surgeon.
In fact you cut me so clean and sharp
I barely even knew it at the time.
Waking the next day in my hospital bed
was where I met my pain.
Being with you was like anesthesia:
I was so grateful for you to help me.
You were the one who weakened me.
My senses failed: your scalpel cut
clean to the core, and then I just let you
sew me back together. The nurses say
I am very lucky, that I had a good doctor.
I know better. I was once a person and
now I am Sally Stitches, or better yet, Raggedy Ann.
I am no one's operation game.
Letting you in brings only stitches and needles,
and it was I who checked myself in.
I need to learn to stitch myself at home.
Consider this my checking out.
Harkaran Apr 2014
That blunt rusted knife
In the clammy night
The boy heard it slice
He heard it slice
Through the night
Before his eyes
As cold as ice

The rusted blade
As the killer made
Way through shade
In wanton hate
Toward the room
In candlelit gloom
The bride and groom

First in desire locked
Then in passion screamed
Then in horror shocked
The blade's dying sheen
He sliced and carved
For he was starved
Redress for broken heart

The boy didn't move
He knew it true
The world was cruel
He saw ****** too
Not once or twice
Could he save their lives
His own made it thrice

Now his spirit walks
In silent morbid shock
The world undone
For a soul so young
Moon and skin are pale
The boy doesn't wail
He doesn't wail
lia Apr 2014
hunger is a blade that carves me
i open my arms and pull the air in
-big hug!-
then ****, right through me, nobody there.
it's only me holding myself.
my arms wrap two times
around my ribs,
meet behind my back for a secret
handshake.
i am not what was expected.
i'm so sharp-
it's cut me now i'll cut you.
come closer
closer
no, come closer
i'm gonna make you see what i see
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Something stands before me,
Obstructing my strides.
It stares with pain.
I can see it in it's eyes.

The irises of red,
Boil with lust.
I wield my blade.
Ready to for war.

I walk within the shadows,
Serving those who are Just.
"Remove yourself."
Or I will destroy thy soul.

Anger's Inferno,
Charges full fury.
I close the distance,
Facing reality.

Black out,
Blood stains.
This kid falls.
Weakened by my blade.

"I don't ****,
I only wish to serve."

"Die now in vain."
Your crimes have been purged.

You took everything I knew.
Defeated my purpose to live.

I am renewed,
I will not bow to your will.
Harkaran Apr 2014
Sometimes I feel like weaving a tale so tragic
A blade which would make even Death nostalgic
Make people stay wide awake through nights
In mute ways of terror and endless fright

Underneath insides of men stapled to the sky
And silence offered to screams as hopes die
A crowded song of panic where they keep
The most vivid of their fears in restless sleep

I ask the winds to make the night cry for me
I ask the shadows to make the light die for me
I ask the branches to crackle and tell a secret
Into ready ears and also tell them to keep it

Drifting in darkness I make them try to touch
The rotten corpses of their own dreams and hopes
I whisper with certainty that they've run of of luck
Tell them that the magic blade cuts to the bone

So in desperation and alarm they finally scream
That merciless secret into nothingness unseen
The secret of their souls in ignorance pretending
Knowing nothing about the night never ending
..wat
suicidalsmiles Apr 2014
One cut
Two cut
Three cuts more
No more Ruby no more.
Four cuts
Five Cuts
Can’t let it go,
Can’t stop it.
I love the rush
The release from my chains
That have been choking me.
This obsession,
With societies idea of
“Perfection?”
It’s killing me.
Your obsession of me,
it’s merely a fascination of the sick
And twisted.
Want to see more?
Come here.
I’ll show you darling.
You start here you go there.
You feel nothing but the knife.
Sweet silver against the white.
******* torture.
Oh I see.
Now you’re scared of me.
But my pet.
I’ll just laugh in your face.
Because you see:
YOU did this to me.
I’d like white roses for my funeral.
Yes my name is Ruby. *whoop*
If I had lived in
Medieval times, I'd be one
Who carried a sword.
Weapons just feel cool.  I'd never use it, except to look cool.  And threaten people jokingly xD
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