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Cut

Deep lines drawn gently;
A subtle but growing pain
Rubies fall gently down

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Whisper

Murmers in a crowded room.
Eyes flicker back and forth full of fear and presumption.
All eyes are on her but in reality are averted elsewhere.
A faint laugh rings loud in her ears and a crimson blush blossoms at her cheeks.

surrounded by whispers

Friends fade to foes.
Fantasy overrides reality.
Sanity is shadowed by mindless addiction.
Red lines are drawn on her delicate skin a release for ecstacy that would not long 
for a means for an end.
They see the white in the tan.

filled by whispers.

Tension builds, panic stricken. 
She gives a silent plea for help that falls to blind eyes.
Thoughts of despair of hatred and pain flash before her.
In her final moments she thinks "let them talk" as she kicks away the chair and 
fades to black.

they all whisper

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Rapture

May I come to your garden my mistress in white? 
To taste of your nectar sweet. 
So thorned are your vines each prick brings me closer and closer to eternal rest. I yearn for the fruit you bear. 
Its golden leaves and flesh of paradise. 

My head spins and colors dull and darken. 
I feel like Alice tripping down the rabbit hole except its different this time. 
There is no mystery or fantasy just... it just is. 
As you hold me in your frigid arms I feel numb, but safe and warm. 
Draw me unto yourself and swallow me whole. 

I welcome your rapture.

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Crimson

Crimson thats what I see when I look at you. It frames your handsome face and 
stains your polo shirt and blue jeans. I dont recall what happeded, all I felt was hate. 
Hate for you, your friends and all you have. I open my eyes and the crimson fades to 
nothing.

Sitting there so smug with all of your friends. I wonder where the confidence ends 
and fear begins. Would you cry if I hurt you, your face curled up into an ugly grimace. 
Or would you hurt me back. Ha, I doubt it without your friends you're nothing.

The facade fades and im standing over my masterpiece. The ground is my canvas, 
you are my pallate and crimson is my medium. 

I'snt it pretty?

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Pretty

Porcelean skin, eyes empty. She's so beautiful laying on the ground, lifeless but so 
graceful. Why are they crying? If they knew the real you they wouldn't be here. 
Eyes full of heavy tears falling like pitiful diamonds.

But I know you, who you really are. A spiteful miscreant who will do whatever it 
takes to get what she wants. I also know the part of you that you hide so far within 
your darkest reaches. The sad pathetic side of you who is searching for approval 
from all the cowerdly simpletons who plague this meaningless planet.

Im glad you're there, dead. You're not graceful nor beautiful. Cause  know the real 
you. There is only one thing I regret. That you can't watch as I walk away.

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Empty

Empty.

Thats how i feel when you look at me. 
Your eyes like shattered glass pierce my barren soul. 
Your futile attempts to complete me lack meaning and are an affront to my dignity. 
Oh why do you try to fix me? Im not broken, just tainted. 
A soul that is black and void, and a heart as cold as ice. 
That is my persona aperende; who I am, who I was meant to be, how I will die. 
I am empty.

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The Other Me

Wet. Damp and warm that is what i feel. I drown in the sorrow of your existance. 
The way you touch me cold and distant. You say you love me but its a lie. The 
ground beneath me scratches and maims me. I stare at you and you stare back 
devoid of emotion, your eyes black, no grin, no tears as an ember forms igniting the 
ground. The heat swells around me licking at my cracking hands and peeling face. 
Then I see it the emptyness flashes to relief I welcome you. Its me and the mirror, 
the mirror and me, we deserve each other but somehow I lost you. I dont know us 
anymore. Is this how it ends.

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3 Months

Tears fall heavily on this padded paper, the words blur and smear as it runs through.
And I can't sleep I need to tell you goodnight. The last 21 years have come and 
gone to sleep. Now that you love me I hate myself. So much regret and so little 
pride. The sands of time made sharp echoing sounds as they fall in my hands. So 
much to do so little time. How do I say Im sorry when I can't forgive myself. I love 
you thats all I can say. My days become listless as I lie in their bed. Did you get my 
letters and all that I said. I wait and no avail. It feels like there is a damper on my 
senses. Im slipping away as you walk into the room. You take my hand "I love 
you........"