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Sadistic Papercuts

Your sadistic papercuts leaving a trail of blood, just drop after drop,
It is still hard for me to look through the nights darkness without seeing your body atop,
Eyes glaring, just staring, before entering these fragile crinkled paper sheets,
Tossing my soul aside like a piece of scrunched lined paper, just to get some form of selfish release.

Your forehead wrinkled like the pages of an old novel, a book that has seen far too many innocent sets of eyes,
But as my body complies,
 And I feel that familiar burning between my thighs,
I ask myself if I just hadn’t read between the lines,
I tell myself just to stare into the abyss,
God, why wont you help me get out of this?

The more I fight,
More it turns to a bullfight,
With his nostrils flared, wild eyes, frothing at the mouth,
Why is my body giving in?
As the feeling begins to rise within,
I feel your deadly wrath unloading upon me,
I can't breathe, I gasp for air knowing what will be,
And I ask myself when will his binding ever set me free.  
Written by BORDERLINEdelirium
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