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''Scissors Coldest Touch''

Got bored.
I lay down at night..
In a silent pitch black room..
No sound.. No movement..

I slowly start to wonder..
What has this world come to..
Tears falling from my eyes..
As my body starts to shake..

It's not cold.. And I'm not insane..
As I reach over..
I felt a pair of scissors next to me..

After touching the cold, touchless metal..
Thoughts take over my mind..
As I cry more and more..

I grab a hold of them..
So light, so cold, so sharp..
As these thoughts gets worse..
My scars starts to bleed out..

For I am slowly dying..
I'm forever no more..
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Published: 12/2/2010
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