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one cut too many (revisited)
screams in my head hurl at me
tearing apart the positive thoughts
leaving me alone with my new best friend
to cut away the pain
whispers of death want me to close my eyes
suffocate me with those urges for blood
acid burns up in my eyes
leaving me blind
visions of blood are so serene
in reality the razor is a huge relief
the deeper i cut the closer i am
to the bed beneath the ground
no more voices to torment me
no more pain for me to take
in this bed i feel warm and safe
in this bed you know i’m dead
tearing apart the positive thoughts
leaving me alone with my new best friend
to cut away the pain
whispers of death want me to close my eyes
suffocate me with those urges for blood
acid burns up in my eyes
leaving me blind
visions of blood are so serene
in reality the razor is a huge relief
the deeper i cut the closer i am
to the bed beneath the ground
no more voices to torment me
no more pain for me to take
in this bed i feel warm and safe
in this bed you know i’m dead
Published 4th Jul 2011
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24th Feb 2012 7:24pm
'visions of blood are so serene
in reality the razor is a huge relief'
great poem!!!!!!!!
in reality the razor is a huge relief'
great poem!!!!!!!!
25th Feb 2012 8:58pm
26th Feb 2015 5:05pm
I can feel a sense of divine hopelessness, but a sense of belongs in death.
Amazing pen.
Darker.
Amazing pen.
Darker.
11th Jul 2015 4:37pm
