razorblade

Razorblade sliding slow

strawberry sauce drips down my wrist

tears of salt rain down my face

going in this dark tunnel

hearing screams say no no no

feel numb

going cold

the sound of a thousand voices fill my ears

Artic waves crash on my hand

darkness all around

the sound of dirt hitting wood

the smell of death consumes my world

no escape from what I've done

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True and sad.this poem touched me but I wish I could read it and not know what it said