The Knife - Poem by Jason Burke
The pain that I endure, oh so intense.
The knife that cuts my flesh.
The blood that weeps, from out my vains.
I can't stop cutting, it feels so good.
Sends me into orbit, giving me an orgasmic high.
For you do not love me anymore.
Lying on the floor, slowly as I bleed to death.
Hear me with my last breath, say I love you on more time.
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