Ana xxx


The Cutter - Poem by Ana xxx

this need to bleed
feeling I can't beat
and I know it will break
inside of me
captivating, capturing..
every cell I'll feed
with the razor
raising up this need
to bleed
, growing wounds
in too deep
the unbreakable habit
the addiction, I feel
my heart thumping
when I'm planting this seed
this madness my addiction
to bleed..


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 8, 2010


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