blade
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Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold
Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone
A ruddy smearing on the blade
Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow
A carving of the heart
Smooth wooden handle
6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open
to reveal stainless steel
The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints
and a speck of brown
It smells of dust
and of dried blood
It starts out as a temporary fix. You tell yourself it won't happen again. All the emotions build up. The stress. The pain. The emptiness. Each thought. Each cut. Each stroke of the blade on the skin. An incision deeper then the last.
I once would take
to cutting and mark upon my skin.
I know the thoughts haunt me
and run over me in surprise.
But nothing consumes my mind
as much as your smile,
and the light behind your eyes.
10 days:No blade,no blood.
20 days:I'm tired,I'm sad,I want my blade.
30 days:I can't have my blade,I can't put a sharp object on my skin,am I finally clean?
If you should walk at night when
The Moon wears her charcoal mask
Hide under lamplight or you shall be
Snatched away by the Crimson Flabbergast
A wraith forged of screaming shadows
Humans all participate in a simple task.
It makes society easier, if we all wear a mask.
Everyone possesing secerets, stories we choose to disguise.
All carrying a fake persona, so they'll believe our lies.
No one knows the pain I'm in, so i'll show them
No one sees my pain, until they have to sew them
It hit me one night on tumblr
a blog i
stumbled upon
with a bio that sounded
a LOT like my old best friend
we never fell out
our friendship never ended
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain
only i know the feeling of empty loneliness
the true distance between me and happiness
only i can fake the smile
and hide the tears
I don't understand.
That's all I can say.
It's my life you have banned!
It's the same thing every single day...
I head up the stairs to my secret box under my bed
my friend wasn't there, he was somewhere stray lead
thinking that God is making a mockery of me
till I spotted my trusty blade in deed