Comments about Ruan Breach
Not A Crime, A Craft
The glint of the knife gleams in the pale moonlight,
Oh, so dangerous.
You carefully inser the instrument onto frail skin,
Memorized by constant red.
As you delicately inser the knife further,
You crave for the sign of ruby liquid
You want it,
You need it,
Youâ€™re addicted to it
Youâ€™re racing mind tells you.
Ignore the plea, the cry that the girl above whimpers too you.
And concentrate on the blood that is pouring out.
Itâ€™s almost like a river,
A scarlet river.
Made for you.
Carefully add pressure to the knife, ...