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Cutting Edge © Laurel I'm floating away in a poison bubble of unreality Something must burst the bubble release the poison, release me My blood is the only real poison Burning, raging in my viens Eating away at my being I have to let the poison out So I cut, crisscrossing slashes The cold blade burning red trails in my skin Seconds after the cut, the poison comes Bubbling, welling to the surface Screaming to be released Spilling over my body in streams A sweet relief follows, and floods over me But as the blood flow dwindles, the poison settles Back into my viens Burning, ragin once again The once sweet relief melts away Leaving only the empty despair like that of a lost soul As the poison is trapped again There is nothing I can do But to cut again. Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |