Sunday, January 4, 2009

The First Cut is Always the Deepest.

Didn't I tell you? The first cut is always the deepest.
But I promise. It hurts more and more.
When the scar tissue wraps tighter. Lick your lips in pleasure.
Oh you will.
Watching your skin rip off, is just the warmest pain
A pretty purple scar, our monetary gain.
Cherry flavored blood. The surprises keep coming.
Don't tell me, this isn't better then your first orgasm.

And society will say. Stop it! Don't hurt yourself.
They'll try to lock you up. Straightjacket. Take away your trusty razorblade.
But don't listen. They're full of lies.
They won't care for you, like your friendly butcher knife.
Will you let them try to tell you how to live your life?


Never tell them our little secret.
When you cut that gash in your arm. Pain is shooting like a star
Happiness is really just a gash away.

And when you come home and feel like crying
Ignore the tears, and give your wrist a slicing

Thank God we know, I suppose. Rather kick the bucket
Than break this heart warming habit!
If only the world knew...
How opening your veins can do so much for you.










lol, today, i must have forgotten to take my sanity pills! what is this!

4 comments:

  1. That's a interesting way to put it.
    But I liked it. Good job.
    -T_U

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  2. Very interesting piece. Nicely written. Well done.

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  3. A most compelling piece of poetry,

    the tittle wouldn't leave me alone,

    so i read it, deffinately powerful in

    it's conviction, well done strong

    style you have . . .



    Ben . . .

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