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 |  About my experience as a cutter. I now write instead. |
| A Single Blade In the deepest chasm of my soul There deforms a force so bold All rationale is scattered to the wind As pain again befriends Boiling to the surface Darkness replaces The light of truth Shadowed in darkest hues. Action becomes reality Tools to find peace in me Cold Hard Coursing pain Comes together in a single blade Sting... The slice, it's not that deep A little more, Oh... the ecstasy... To feel... To know... The flagrant need... I am still alive... To bleed... To see... There is yet life inside of me. Deeper... The gash it goes Breathing faster My body reposed A sense of erotic power in this foe The flagrant need Almost hypnotic The sensation knows. Sting... The slice is very deep A little more, Oh... the ecstasy... To feel... To know... I am still alive... To bleed... To see... There is yet life inside. |
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