WARNINGS!!!!! This poem contains: self mutilation (also known as 'cutting'), a sensetive topic, violence. Please note that I do not hurt myself in this way nor am I advocating others to do this. I am simply assuming what one that has this problem feels.

Of The Finest Wine

When a blade cuts close

Into your skin

No other feeling can compare.

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The surge of exhilaration

The stinging shock that

Reminds me I'm alive.

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It only takes one swift dip

Of the razor sharp knife

Digging into my flesh.

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The canyon is carved

And sluggishly floods

Of a thick royal red.

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Rivers drip down, coating

My wrist like a cascading

Waterfall, of crimson liquid.

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So overwhelming, the feeling

Not sweet nor bland

But enough to satisfy the mind.

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Pouring out my troubles

In a bittersweet trail

Of the finest wine.

A/N: I wrote this during class. Lol, my first day of school and I was already distracted by writing!!! I'm sorry if the rhythm is a bit off beat, but I was multitasking at the time. I do believe it came out fairly well, but that is my opinion. What's yours???

Review please!!!!