The Destructive Nature of Sharp and Dull Razors
By Fading_Smile
which gash is my mirror?
I ask myself,
carving self portraits into emptiness
(like hate is a concept I could grasp)
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self-loathing is a testament unto fickle adoration
and our pitiless tactics stained with melodramatization,
let your map be the countless timelines you have painted for yourself
will we break free from the chains of these scars?
scars that have gone forever unkissed,
can I make the most out of a knife in my side
while you stutter razorblades and choke on innocence?
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It seems today I woke up on the wrong side of the planet
so smother me with anything,
I'm a cut short of a stable statue
and I've fallen off of the stronghold inside of me
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Now try to understand words and cuts the creator will never percieve
and
fail
Comments on "The Destructive Nature of Sharp and Dull Razors"
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A former member wrote:
Goddamn, kid!!! Poetry like fine wine. You just keep getting better, man. I must admit, i'm a little jealous but, it's just oh, so good. You rock hardcore, dude. ~FAV~
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On Saturday, January 13, 2007, Morbid_insanity
(74) wrote:
Your writing always reaches the inner corridors of me. I can so relate to this. Your a freakin genius. ~Josh
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On Friday, January 5, 2007, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
"It seems today I woke up on the wrong side of the planet" My favourite line from this very good effort.
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A former member wrote:
Feeling as if you just don't quite belong within your eyes, wondering where it is you'd rather be. Nobody ever understands that sometimes, you just can't make yourself blend in. Wonderful imagery. ~*Beth*~