Sweet Redemption

November 5, 2009
By Anonymous

Sweet redemption
I can never leave
Rousing are your ways
Carrying me to my satisfying place
Fresh is my misery
So fresh my slit will be
Malice is my new mission
That will be my last decision
Crimson runs down my leg
White was white
Now white is red
Watching it trickle
through my tissue
Blue was blue
But blue is red
Skin is my canvas
What new can I make?
Skin is my enemy
What pain can I conflict?
Skin is my safety
But now I let you in
Skin is my humanity
What would you call me now?
Skin was smooth
Blue was blue
Same as white was my flesh
But now they are dead
killed by red

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