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Bloody Corset
X’s, cuts
Along my sides.
At night my soul…
Is where…
A demon Resides.
She has a name…
I dare not speak.
She takes over…
When my soul is weak.
Sick
Red droplets race down my sides,
Down wrists, my ankles and my chest.
As they race downward they make designs.
As they race I do not cry.
I have a mark on my body for every error I’ve made…
So far I have a million, and am nowhere close to done.
My friend, my blade, approves of what I’ve made.
I made a fine mess, a masterpiece,
Such a fine array of marks, big and small.
Such a fine assortment of lines, not small but tall….
And still So many ways to hide them all.
Lie to me and tell me I was SICK all along.
Lie to me and say THAT PLACE is where I belong.
Red droplets envelop me with the paths they leave.
Is it only blood, or is it only lies that I BLEED?
I can lie and tell myself I’m not SICK,
But that lie is the reason I long so much to BLEED.
 L3thal Ch3micalz · Tue Aug 19, 2008 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |
