On the perforated line
By Nail Bunny
Cut here
fulfil my desire.
Body awash with
pain,
but the pain of the physical
pales in comparison with the
mental anguish I have been given.
Cut here
in case of emergency,
break skin.
There's blood inside,
crimson tears to shead.
Drops of remorse
rain over the shadowed tatters
of a life once loved.
Cut here
end it all
sleep forever
in the blessed
darkness
empty oblivion
void without knowledge
feeling
existance.
Cut here...
...and die.
...
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© 2006 Nail Bunny
Published on Friday, April 28, 2006.
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Comments on "On the perforated line"
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A former member wrote:
I gotta get one of those lines, no doubt... novel idea, I love the concept! and a great write
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On Saturday, April 29, 2006, Thorn
(282) wrote:
I liked the spin on this one. It's more raw and unrefined that normal cutter poems, and I think that truly makes it your own. Congrats, Jake. you've taken an exhausted concept, and put an interesting spin on it to make something that's well worth the time
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On Saturday, April 29, 2006, Thorn
(282) wrote:
*time to read and comment on it
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On Friday, April 28, 2006, PoeticHellion
(191) wrote:
Shitgod, Jakob (I'm aware that that looks German). Well done. I almost want to like... hit something. Very well written, very powerful. But don't you be doing anything like that anytime soon.
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On Friday, April 28, 2006, Hello Dead Kitty
(29) wrote:
fuckin' a...i like the brutality very very much...ya just gotta love these feelings