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Cutting deep
Deep enough to see...
See the flesh beneath the skin
Skin so hard yet so soft
Soft enough to feel
Feel the blood pouring down your arm... Escaping
Escaping? Every drop of blood is precious
Precious enough to keep
Scoop it up... keep it...
Keep it where?
The muscle... the ligaments.... The blood is still there, still running down your arm, faster and faster until its a blur, a rush of excitement fills your head...
Sit down... You're tired, but you just don't realise it..
Every drop of blood is precious
Deep enough to see...
See the flesh beneath the skin
Skin so hard yet so soft
Soft enough to feel
Feel the blood pouring down your arm... Escaping
Escaping? Every drop of blood is precious
Precious enough to keep
Scoop it up... keep it...
Keep it where?
The muscle... the ligaments.... The blood is still there, still running down your arm, faster and faster until its a blur, a rush of excitement fills your head...
Sit down... You're tired, but you just don't realise it..
Every drop of blood is precious
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Escaping the harm
Alone he sits
In his room
Quiet and still
Envisioning his doom.
He has no-one to talk to
So nothing to say
But all he wants
Is to take it away.
Alone he sits
Quietly he stands
Getting closer
For the usual demand.
Insanity stays as
Sanity goes
Faster and faster
Making blood flow
Seeing new faces
Telling no lies
In this world
They welcome demise
Old pain goes as
New relief arrives.
If only he could,
If only he would
Then it will go
Be gone
The end.
Literature
Suicide
Blood trickles down my arm
Staning white flesh red
pouring from my vains
With the little strength i have i lift my arm to my mouth
I drink, i drink for friends i've had, friends i'll never have and those who i've lost
My arm falls limp
Maybe it's the pills... i took so many
Maybe it's lack of blood.... which now pools around me
Maybe it's my heart that has shattered into a million peices
Maybe it's all or nothing
Maybe it's you
I trusted you
I loved you like a sister
Now you yell and call me all the things you got mad at others for calling me
Maybe my life will end
Maybe once again my fate will be diffrent
I hear my mom en
Literature
Blood
Watch it glisten, watch it pour,
Like crimson roses strewn across the floor.
The metallic flavor upon your lips,
Sticky sensation lathered at your fingertips.
The rubies of life sparkle as they rise from her neck,
In beads gathered lustfully from the deepness of your peck.
They stream down her chest as they stain her silk attire,
Your craving for more brewing as you lap your treat in desire.
A million red rubies now coat your floor,
The life of your lover gone forevermore.
For centuries you had longed for eternal life and endeavored,
And you now realize it was her blood that shall let you live forever.
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Every drop of blood is precious....
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Yes...every...last...drop.