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A Razor's Kiss

Poetry By: ladygothicka

A depressed rant written the night I turned 18. Woo me.

Submitted:Sep 7, 2009    Reads: 118    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

I'm hooked on blood. It
is like a drug, powerful yet
deadly. My addiction is one
many have - I enjoy causing
myself to bleed. It's very
morbid, yet also true, and my
pain doesn't diminish my lust
for scars.

To watch my blood well up in
scarlet beads is mesmerising
and hypnotic - like watching
a sex scene on TV. I have no
reason to wish myself pain, and
yet it occurs. A birthday ends in
blood, and for the 18th time it is
my own. Today is my 18th birthday -
and I celebrate with a razor's kiss.

No pain is keen enough, no wound is
deep enough, yet I am salved by
my balm of self-harm. It's a drug.


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