Blades & BloodA Poem by DreamerThe tears are streaming down my face, I pull out my pocket knife and examine it's blade. I slit my wrists...blood trickles to the floor. the pain doesn't bother me... it fact in a way it seems to comfort me. One of these days, however, the sharpness of the blade just won't suffice I'll pull out a pistol and end it for good, blood splattered everywhere and my body lying there on the floor. © 2013 DreamerAuthor's Note
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