CUT
CUT
It starts with a pinprick
A simple drop of blood
Lubricate that rusty wheel
Welling to a flood
A line drawn in the flesh
Expressions of self love
But all the while
That wheel turns
Somewhere far above
You hear it's pain
The rancid smell
Just another shove
A little deeper
Might explain
The person you've become
The mirror's lie
A piercing eye
A pointed loaded gun
Ugly sure
The only cure
Let blood like water run
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