Knife (based on Lauren Sasel's Knife)
A poem about death and how gory it can be. It also talks about what a life like mine makes you think about when you are alone.
Knife to my wrist
Blood starts to trickle
Cuts turn to scabs
Scabs peel off
Pain shots down to the heart
I feel my soul start to part
The blood hits the floor
Sounds like an ocean start to roar
I sump in the corner on my own
The tears of blood chill to the bone
This is my death
Alone
Forever
Blood starts to trickle
Cuts turn to scabs
Scabs peel off
Pain shots down to the heart
I feel my soul start to part
The blood hits the floor
Sounds like an ocean start to roar
I sump in the corner on my own
The tears of blood chill to the bone
This is my death
Alone
Forever


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- The Taste Of Death
- Abuse Me
- There’s Always Another Way
- !~Stranger~!
- Time Is Running Short
- Thinking Of You
- My Darkest Hour
- Staying Or Leaving
- The Diary Of A Cutter
- Confusion
- False
- Intoxicated By Death
- Come And Love Me!
- What Happens Now?
- I Need Help!
- Bleeding
- Suicidal Romance
- And Then, Suddenly
- Revision Of Death
- A Lost Soul
- The Stalker
- Remembering My Final Thoughts
- Why Does It Never Happen
- The Final Climb



