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Corner cutter,
My fingers stutter,
I cannot go deep,
And my blood, it weeps.
Rage within my hand
With knives I clumsily ran
Towards the dank and the dark,
Which is where I left my mark.
The splatter, the spill,
So useless and so still
In shadows I play,
As my body decays.
Heart carved from my chest,
And still it won't rest.
Still beating and ill,
This muscle I'll kill.
As the music plays on,
From the sky comes a song,
And I'm waiting to be gone.
I am sin, I am god.
I'm succinct and I nod.
It's too soon to be flawed.
I'm a fetus in the gutter.
My heart murmurs and it flutters...
But please, ignore me, the corner cutter.
8-26-08
My fingers stutter,
I cannot go deep,
And my blood, it weeps.
Rage within my hand
With knives I clumsily ran
Towards the dank and the dark,
Which is where I left my mark.
The splatter, the spill,
So useless and so still
In shadows I play,
As my body decays.
Heart carved from my chest,
And still it won't rest.
Still beating and ill,
This muscle I'll kill.
As the music plays on,
From the sky comes a song,
And I'm waiting to be gone.
I am sin, I am god.
I'm succinct and I nod.
It's too soon to be flawed.
I'm a fetus in the gutter.
My heart murmurs and it flutters...
But please, ignore me, the corner cutter.
8-26-08
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