Life Through A Blade - Poem by Eric Karns
i dont do it for attention,
its not that i enjoy the pain,
of watching my blood,
slowly spill from its vein.
its just such a rush,
a reminder of life,
a feeling of extacy,
through the blade of a knife.
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