You'Re a Cutter
I'm a cutter
They tell me
Loving the blood
That stains my veins
The pain it serves
Becomes a lust
Yet my mind
Fills with disgust
The scars it leaves
Sunken and
Red
My hide will keep
My mind will dread
Guilty hands
Guilty blade
Let me go
Can't I,
Escape?
Your grasp is tight
Cold yet calming
Broken light
Stressed and charming
Hold me not
Unbroken will
When I give in
Time stands still
This grotesque wrist
My blade kisses
I stare for hours
My sight devours
Take me away
Please let me go
Vertical misery
With others' words
As your artillery
I am yours
Copyright © Jesse Valen | Year Posted 2013
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