Mercy Poem by Jordan Everly

Mercy



The cut is a gain
For personal pain.
Scratch the color
As blood stains a flower.

Run the blade down the vein
One last cut for the personal pain.
Prove to my lover
I can't live without her...

Friday, February 8, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,pain
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