Cate Jade (03/17/1996 / China)
A male Vistor
A male vistor with the features of a man but different eyes
grabs my mind and consumes it with every word which posions my mind
a good person but hiding in the shadow is his disguise,
when cutting myself is the only thing he assigned
take the blade in your hand and slowly drag it down your arm
watch yourself bleed till your arm starts to burn like the fire
till suddenly you feel the connection and disarm
the pain in my arm and head shot up like a wire
no tears fell from my eyes no sorrow made me cry
the emotions i feel are nothing more than what they tell me
emptiness deadness and blank grey sky
cause the feeling is dead as they watch you bleed.
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