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Author: Talentless
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-27-02 - Updated: 12-27-02 - id:1146105
We Cut Apples In Half And They Bleed All Over The KnifeAsphyxiation

Razor bones cut through my skin

Enough to put my fingers in

Enough to pull the flesh aside

So I can see the mess inside

All the servants to the parents

Live and breathe beneath their thumb

They cannot talk or speak their mind

Because their parents make them dumb

The blood that boils when I’m alone

Is driven from it’s concealed home

It spurts and scalds the face above

It scars the skin with fucked up love

Tiny Hearts Spin

Every fight you undertake

It just causes my soul to break

The fact I hurt too when you pain

The empathy drives me insane

I feel too much

Its too intense

Earth's membrane aches

It's heart stretched tense

The rawness spreads

It cuts and stings

Like cutting fingers

Scissor things

Delirious

Put us together so

We’ll self-destruct each other

Sellotape us but I can still see the rip

We won’t be any bother

We’ll be beside ourselves forever

If looks could kill

We’d all be blind

We’d be dead every time we looked in the mirror

And whatever you do

Don’t forget to

Cut out the middle man

He swallowed glass,

It felt like silver to me

It sliced his innards

So he threw them up into a nice neat pile

Which I folded neatly

I can taste it in my mouth

Wine makes my mouth bleed

Is it warm?

Is that blood?

Talk so much my gums bleed

Pathetic Reason

I like to hurt myself

Because it feels like flying

I like to watch me bleed

 Because I like the psuedo-dying

Self-mutilation

I cut myself shaving

I fell down the stairs

No, nobody beats me

No, nobody cares

No, I don’t like to look at my skin while it tears

No, I don’t have depression

No, I have no big fears

Yes, I am beautiful

Why can’t you see?

My blood is like make-up

I paint it on me

I’m trying to make you

Sell attention to me

Don’t you like me to show you how nice I can be?



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