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Living Breathing Contradiction...

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stephofthenight
, 08-09-2007 at 10:39 AM (1273 Views)
crimson droplets beed at my wrist
the knife of love leaves its cerations

I pray for the courage
To push through the paleness of my skin

My skin that im a prisoner inside
Once my blood escapes so can I

not sure if im finished or not
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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Although dark thoughts, I liked the way the last line read, Steph. Hope you are feeling better lately, too, my friend.
  2. Bakiryu's Avatar
    Beautiful imagery, I love your oh-so-dark poems and is true to those that cut (I'm not saying you do) sometimes we lack the courage to do it but it is the only form of scape we have. I await to read more of your work.