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Needs and Urges
The image of blood being poured from a wound
Is more beautiful than to some it may seem
For it is like a flower coming into blossom,
And what once was lost love, starts to burst at the seams.
The urges themselves are like a desire for water,
You crave and you choke, until you feed your need.
And like a flower needs it’s sunshine as well as various storms,
My body needs its outlet, and the urge is to bleed
Is more beautiful than to some it may seem
For it is like a flower coming into blossom,
And what once was lost love, starts to burst at the seams.
The urges themselves are like a desire for water,
You crave and you choke, until you feed your need.
And like a flower needs it’s sunshine as well as various storms,
My body needs its outlet, and the urge is to bleed
Published 8th Mar 2011
| Edited 23rd May 2015
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8th Mar 2011 10:34pm
9th Mar 2011 1:19am
I go faint at the sight of blood and don't often see the beauty or understand the more euphoric side to self-harm and craving bleeding. But the way you described blood turned me into a vampire for a few moments! Very well written.
