Cloudy Day

Written when i should have been listening to a lecture in federal gov. HAHA

The fires going

The razors clean

My palm starts burning

My wrist is bleeding

The blood is warm

The razors cold

I hold my hand even

Longer above the flame

I need to feels this pain

Grabbing the flame with

My hand its out its gone

Only to leave a burn as a memory

I trace the burn with the razor

a blood red cloud traced on my palm

the land is the line on my wrist,

So today is going to be a cloudy day.

 

Reviews

[Dark Angel ~]

O.o... wow... speechless

[Tasha]

this was very well expressed. pain, blood, and joy. you did a good job.

[Dai Edenburough]

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[wolf68]

cut, blood a mix of pain and and joy.....fire,burn heats the mind and scars the body.i like this

[quinfinn]

nicely done and put together well. troubling , this whole cutting phenom, but well expressed.