It ends in Red
By Chad
You said the scars were plain to see (But I don't think we'll ever see them all) Stitches hold together your guilty secret Which fractures your smile Twisted by desperation And your life drip, drips away Into a black nothing And the nothing consumes your fools gold smile Boiling your blood until you must set it free Until it cries with sweet liberty... ... For you to fall The bathtub stained red... Rope friction on skin... ... If suicide is painless, why do we use knives? Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 07:03 AM PST 0 • 10
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"You said the scars were plain to see..."