Thursday, July 16, 2009

Death of Me

How could you? Slit my wrists to pour out my life.. peel my skin back like sleeves to reveal the real me. what am i to you? in your eyes a mask is what i wear to hide the truth. Open up my chest my spine tells my title a story written my be with no illustrations im complicated so not many will understand. break my ribs as easy as you flip to the next page reach in.. your into the book now embrace the story it tells but youve never had it like this.. break them at angles so i feel that burn.. puncture deep with the tiniest hole to pierce veins first and watch me bleed slow..

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