The blade burns
As it dances a careless,
Beautiful ballet
Over my scarred body.
Whispering promises
Of no pain
And no memories to haunt me into the night.
No screams imprinted in my memory.
The smell of burning flesh
Forever lost
In the deep, dark pit
Of nothingness
That I try so hard
To reach.
The blade slips
Over my thighs,
Twisting, turning
Carving away all of my pain.
I shudder as I try
Not to remember.
To block the memories
Of her from my
Worthless mind.
Sweet, innocent, beautiful.
Alive.
But that was before.
Now she's dead.
And it's all my fault.
As it dances a careless,
Beautiful ballet
Over my scarred body.
Whispering promises
Of no pain
And no memories to haunt me into the night.
No screams imprinted in my memory.
The smell of burning flesh
Forever lost
In the deep, dark pit
Of nothingness
That I try so hard
To reach.
The blade slips
Over my thighs,
Twisting, turning
Carving away all of my pain.
I shudder as I try
Not to remember.
To block the memories
Of her from my
Worthless mind.
Sweet, innocent, beautiful.
Alive.
But that was before.
Now she's dead.
And it's all my fault.
Dragonscribe
Xox.Sarah.xoX
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