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Spinning, turning,

round and round.

Twisting, tumbling,

to the ground.

~

The blade cuts deep,

the blood rushes fast.

Wishing the pleasure each cut makes,

will forever last.

~

I fall to the floor,

arms covered with cuts and scars.

And this river of blood releases

everything locked behind emotional bars.

~

The light fades fast,

I will soon die.

But don't feel bad,

if you didn't say good bye.

~

You'll never understand,

how each cut felt to me,

and how easily this pleasure,

has set my soul free.



~*~ Jill ~*~