Cut Poem by WeepingxWillow Girl

When the thought strikes it does not leave
The brain is in a trance and you believe
Believe that you must
Believe in this lust
as it draws you to your weapons hiding place
You take it out
and it stares you in the face
The way the light reflects off my knife
how can I resist this fruitful temptation tonight?
You find a place on your skin
that will make you feel so deep withing
I enjoy the pulse at the base of my wrist
It's thumping loudly, embracing me with a hiss
You feel the cool metal make contact with your skin
It is whispering in you ear, 'let me in, let me in'
You fill your lungs with sticky air
And feel the venom that makes you want to
rip out your hair
And you scream that silent scream as the knife penetrates
Deeper and deeper until your breath breaks
Like poetry on the skin
you wear your heart on your sleeve
And you cut into your nerves until the pain leaves
What a beautiful sight!
What a luscious red!
What an eerie river of blood traveling down my pale skin!
When you can breathe again you look down and thank
the cut in your skin that saved your life today.