of blood and pain

pierce my skin with your

silver blade tongue

you weapon of madness

with cold metal lines

and warm red taste

pale piercing pain into

flushed bliss

soft pink clouds float

in slow-burning water

shivering, shuddering, shaking

sharp copper blood

dances on my tongue

as I carefully cut

deep into my soul

deep into my mind

my spirit leaks through

ragged cuts on wrists

blades thinner than

the line between me

and insanity

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