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Drowning

My poems seem to be getting darker, I love it.
Get me a pool of blood and a pile of meds,
I'll make somebody feel good.
Give me a razor blade and a towel,
I'll make somebody hurt.
I'll inject you with a virus
To wash away the struggle from today.
I'll stop all your pain until it kills me.
I'll make you bleed out your eyes,
Until I find your heart.
I'll make you better,
I'll never let you go.
I want you to be my prisoner.
I want you to suffer.
I want you to take the rest of my heart,
And throw it away.
I have no use for it now.
But you...you'd know that.
What do you think?
Please, stop writing.
Keep writing.
Love!
It's okay.
Eh...
Wow...
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Published: 5/25/2011
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