The Art of Cut

Oh silver blade so sharp

hear my merciful cries

Take this pain away

and give me your pleasure

With your sinful caress

You cut open the escape

for my worries to flow out

and slowly down my arm

'til I press it to my lips

And the crimson hatred burns my throat

in ecstasy

And so through the art of cut

I feel I am fine again

Until I come back to myself

And once again plunge into my darkness.

Carol marquez

I wrote this cuz I slit my wrist 2 day and I felt like writing it