Relapse/ControlA Poem by HoneyYes, I'm returning to this subject yet again. Poetry and cutting just seem to go hand in hand. Sorry for sucking. The cocaine lines just seemed like a nice thought to me.
My silvery steed stationed at my side, I confidently lift and flourish him with pride
I hold him with two fingers, yet with strength, I carefully etch out an unmeasured length Of skin where the blood lays in straight lines like cocaine, my secretive pleasure is laced with slight pain Yet I continue carving as red droplets roll. This is simply the easiest way to maintain control.
© 2012 Honey |
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Added on December 21, 2012Last Updated on December 21, 2012 |