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Midnight Blade

I've learned to love the blood.
I've learned to want that
Fragile sensation.
Blood and scars, it seems to
Be my new life now.
Though I do not quite believe this
Is how I will die.
Midnight comes, and the blade appears.
When velvet red trickles down my skin,
I no longer feel numb. I don't feel
Alone, or scared, I don't feel starved.
It shines in what is left
Of the reflection of my eyes.
A harmful shine that I ignore.
My wounds call out, "Don't let me heal."
And I learn a lesson, I start to see
The damaged side of me..
Midnight comes, and the blade appears..
It's the blade that has always allowed,
the occasional smile.
Written by Fallenangelsweapon (Stitchless Wounds)
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