As I sit here
And carve in to my flesh
The pain takes me away
From the places I hate
The blood flowing from my cuts
Are rivers bold and untamed
The knife is my vessel
I ride it willing
Cut after cut after cut
My arm is shaking
Trying to get away
I pin it down for one last play
I can see my heart beating
Through the vein on my wrist
So I know that my job
Has yet to be finished
Taking the point
And pushing in slowly
The release is orgasmic
As I see the crimson flow
Pulsing at first, then slowly slightly
The burning melting away
Into the darkness I go
For there I will find peace
At last my brain will become still
No more hatred
No more sadness
So as I lie here bleeding out
Know one thing
One thing I can pass on
Be a bitch
Be a cunt
Be the king
Be the special one
Just know
You will never have me
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