The blade Is calling, what blade?
The knife?
The sharpner?
The razor?
The scissors?
They all fail to pierce my skin
Why won't anything make me bleed?
I need to feel the blade on my skin
I need to see the blood on my arm
I need to know that I am alive
I need to feel something
They may Fail to pierce the skin but at least they leave a scar
How long will it last?
A week?
A day?
A month?
Who knows
When they disappear I will make more, maybe before
The calling of the blade will never cease to exist

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Life of Death
RandomWhen I feel down I write. Here are some of the dark thoughts I have.