I love it when the blades are so sharp,
You don't realize that you are bleeding
Until you see the blood.
I love it when you trust your friends
So much, that you don't realize
They are what's cutting you,
Until after you see the scars,
That spell out their names.
It is always grand
When those that see the
Hidden knives in the others' hands,
Turn around and imagine that
They could never aid me.
Even as I lie at their feet,
Blood oozing unhurriedly
From crimson letters.

02/08/2005

Posted on 02/08/2005
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