In The Dead Of Night Poem by Bloodshed 207
In The Dead Of Night
The razor blade glistens in the moonlight.
It draws me closer, like a moth to a flame.
There's no use fighting the urge.
For a moment everything else fades away.
And its sweet embrace is all I feel.
A chill runs through my body.
A dark haze surrounds me.
My eyes begin to close.
I feel the warm blood against my flesh.
My life cascades onto the floor.
And I can no longer feel the pain...
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