THE BLOOD IS DRIPPING POURING SPILLING A RUSH OF PAIN OVERFLOWING RUBY COLORED RAIN MY WRIST... MY WORK OF ART A PIERCING NEEDLE TAKES THE PART THE LEADING ROLE MOCKING MY INNER SELF MY SOUL MY DISGRACE A HIDDEN HEARTBEAT BEHIND A FACE DEAF TO THE SOUND THE CRIES THE CRIMSON TEARS CASCADING DOWN PUDDLES ON THE GROUND GLIMMERING RED THE ONCE CLEAN RAZOR BLADE SLIPS TO THE FLOOR I COVER MY MASTERPIECE WITH SLEEVES OF COTTON LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR ALL PAIN FORGOTTEN NOW I AM READY TO FACE MYSELF ONCE MORE
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Updated: Friday, 2 April 2004 10:09 PM EST
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Updated: Friday, 2 April 2004 10:09 PM EST
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