Love have torn me apart
Rejection of normalcy
I asked for this pain
The razor kissed my tightening wrist
while blood pools
It spatters
Into liquid crimson words
Cursing you into submission
I won't brand you with my suicide
Or my self mutilating genocide
I was always ripe for the slaughter
Friday, January 16, 2009
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