Sunday, April 16, 2006


Rating: 5.0
I see a blade upon the floor,
I pick it up to use some more.
This blood stained blade is mine again,
It's simply now just a question of when.

I go and find my own little place,
my heart jumps and picks up pace.
The first cut seams to get worse,
the price I pay to shed my curse.

Now the blood has stared to pour,
My pains release; I want some more.
So I cut again; It forms a cross,
I spread the cut; Increase the loss.

I call the devil to release my sin,
to trade my soul; a life will begin.
So I've decided to cut these wrists,
I'm sure it will end all of this.
Kev Elmer
Cayla Kubinski 09 May 2006
it reminds me of a friend that cuts its kinda scary but i like it
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dfghj bjkhlkh 25 April 2006
i like this one a lot i aculate love it wright more like this
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