Slash

October 5, 2008

Callous slashes on thy arm
Lines of veins beating softly
The sadness is thy eyes
The momentary lapse of thought
I see and feel the earthquake begin
The earth trembles with foreboding
The light of dawn is the darkest
As another day brings madness
The blade lies beside thy fingers
Waiting to be reused
Thy skin bears the tears waiting to flow
The blows of depression fading
Taunting its memory and thy sanity
Longing to be bit again….

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