redstarfish2

Dig

Just to let you know...this poem doesn't really realate to
me as much as you'd think. I'm not dumb and I dont cut
myself so jsut to forwarn you...
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Dig

Cold, shiny, sharp metal,
Against my soft, pale healthy skin
The chilling, stinging sensation
As I dig the sharp pleasure in.

The think, pounding, inflated veins,
Gush mounds of flowing, red juice
Onto the clean, shiny, metal,
Giving in new use.

I’m the cold, shiny metal,
Feeding on your inflated veins,
Slowly penetrating you
Releasing all my pain.

It’s your turn to please my eyes,
You watch as I steal your life,
This is all I have left to do,
Just sit back and torment you.

Feeding off your lies,
The unlimited supplies,
This began to grow old,
As I watch your lies unfold.

I’m the cold, shiny metal,
Feeding on your inflated veins,
Slowly penetrating you
Releasing all my pain.

It’s your turn to pay,
This is your lucky day,
It your turn to pay,
Your turn to pay.

~Ashley Bott
8/2/02