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It can cast a shadow

It can cast a shine

There’s no more powerful object

Than that sharp blade of mine

I slid it out of my drawer

You could hear the scrape of metal

The sensation won’t hurt

Feels like the brush of a nettle

Depending when you do it of course

If it’s while you’re prepping food

It hurts like hell, but when it’s to release

It sets the perfect mood

Tonight it’s for release

I hold it limp in my hand

I think and I think

The rest... Is unplanned

I swiped a slash

At my bare-skinned wrist

With fury and aggression

Re-living our first kiss

At the time it was heaven

The memories taste sour

I loved you so much

Until our final hour

I hate that you’re still with me

Right here in my head

So many moons have been and gone

Sometimes I wish I was dead

I have another hack

And observe what I see

Deep red sadness flows

I ease onto my knee

I feel light headed

After five or six shreds

I fall into a trance

Swaying by my bed

Pulsating veins submissive

To the greater powers above

Who’d have thought this depression

Would develop from true love

I sit here cold and still

In a red bloody mess

I took as much as I could

Would I do it all again?... Yes

7/12/2010