The Final Cut

++I don't believe in cutting but I guess that if you were to cut, it would be to try to numb things, just to make everything hurt just a little bit less++
In a stream of crimson
It runs
A river of pain
It flows
The blade sits
Beside me
I look at it
But i can not see
My vision is black
But yet red
There's a ringing in my ears
But only I can hear it
I try to look at my wrist
Where the rivers and streams
Swiftly flow
From the wide cut
The final cut

By Jenn lasky
Published: 12/28/2005

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