The Blade

November 19, 2008
The cold blade touches my wrist, as the red dark blood trickles down my arm.The deeper the cut,the deeper the thoughts.All your power and control is all lose inside.The blood that drips, and trickles,is the thoughts that are lost.All the crap that runs threw your mind is now on the floor.

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izzybella said...
Apr. 6, 2009 at 11:54 am
i love this. it has great detail and it's just awesome.
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