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           Blood running freely and rampantly down the upraised arm, the knive glinting

           In the moonlight, stilling the last vestiges of the frantic struggle with the poised

         Control  of the frenzied blows finally ceasing all humanity in forms of varied insanity.

Reviews

[Jace Fox]

Most would probably comment about this being a cry for help, and others would lecture about the effects of self harm. I however can relate to the piece and sometimes one only has to see one bleed to know they are human and to feel free.