Odd KeyA Poem by DreamerThe razor It’s at my skin Flesh on blade Sinking in There is no life Flowing out There is just my silence Shouting out The razor blade Is at my skin My hands are trembling It must sink in Blind to the past pains Scarring my emotions, my thoughts, my decisions… But I am not one to point- making it easy Maybe catch a glance of the external manifestation If the razor tip is at my skin It is an odd key, supplying only seconds of relief But I am still seeking an escape Not carving a way for your judgmental perception © 2013 DreamerAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 12, 2013 Last Updated on March 12, 2013 AuthorDreamerPrivate, Trinidad and TobagoAboutguys pleaseeeeeeee send me a message introducing yourselves and pleaseeeee send me a message if you want me to read something. Im really trying to keep up with those Read Request okay. thankss :) more..Writing
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