Dead Doll

March 28, 2011
My knives slice through your skin, smooth like silk,
The silver blades making clean cuts, blood running,
Confiscating your extra organs in one swoop,
Stitching the sobbing wounds back up,
For a moment there is silence,
Pulse starts speeding up,
Breathing, regular rates,
Stand up,
LIVE!





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