I Cut To Feel No Pain. Poem by Wade Harlaine
I Cut To Feel No Pain.
The duller the blade is sweeter
For while this sacrificial flesh is slain
It abates the yearn to meet her
This vision I paint may sicken
But loves thirst cannot be sated
The reality of a heart stricken
Is impassioned want is bated
I cut to feel no pain
The blood, its loss, I trade it
Though to the flesh the cost remain
Its price I won’t evade it
This love I know is true
and I cut to feel, for you.
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