Sharp and Shiny
I took a shining object,
as sharp as I could find,
and I made a pretty picture,
from deep within my mind.
This picture on my wrist,
it made my skin turn red.
After it was over,
the skin right there was dead.
Cutting is a slow death,
and an interesting deal.
The point is that you feel good,
when you cannot feel.



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