Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I don't know how you do it,
But you do it so well,
You rip open that stitch,
Dig out my ugly flesh along with some capillaries,
Wonder your hands in that bloody wound,
Pushing and pulling,
Every ounce of my blood drip off your fingertips,
Every pound of my flesh is brutally ripped out,
You can be so emotional,
Yet so cruel,
The evil desire of yours,
To know and to feel every part of me,
Every part of my thought, my heart, my feelings,
Till you are satisfied and contented,
You leave me bleeding to death,
I mean nothing to you the minute you got what you wanted,
You just walk away pretending that nothing has ever taken place today.

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