EmptySoul Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 he comes to me hidden in the darkness. the blade glints in the moonlight as it traces it's intentions upon the skin above my beating heart. i stand still and offer myself to him. i am his toy, his gift though i do not even know his name. only when the ground is bloody and he leans close to watch me slip away will i let the tears of gratitude fall. "you saved me." i whisper and then i'm gone. maybe he'll never know or understand but if he takes the time to gaze upon my cooling wrist the scars will tell the story of it all- how he saved me... from myself. -EmptySoul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lunatic Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Damn that was a dark poem. I enjoyed it! Good Job! Hubman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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