Razor in Hand (Poem about cutting)A Poem by Kiwi Panda Vixenanother poem I wrote when I had the urge to cut. Writing usually helps me overcome those urges. ^_^
Razor in hand, a good kind of cold,
As urges to cut, slowly take hold. Deeper and deeper 'til the blood pours out, Not yell nor a whisper, not a scream nor shout. In the midst of apathy, a slight pressure is released. As the pain barely feeds this blood thirsty beast. A Taste of Ecstasy, as the blade hits the ground, all of my thoughts, stop running around. The silence creeps upon the eerie dark.. as if nothing exists but a new burning mark. When time slowly lets the fresh wound seal, it leaves the hole in my heart.. Refusing to heal.
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Added on January 18, 2013Last Updated on January 18, 2013 AuthorKiwi Panda VixenSmall town in the middle of no where., NCAboutI love poetry, and short stories. I am a welder. I'm different and unique. I'm random. I'm awesome! more..Writing
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