Pressing hard against my skin is a shadow.
The harder I press the deeper it goes.
Slowly my flesh is separated,
and crimson red starts to appear.
It’s so beautiful . . .
I adore how it takes the pain away.
How the blood takes a graceful path down to my finger tips.
No matter how bad life gets,
there is that one thing that you can control.
Pure power just put into your hands.
It’s the best feeling in the world.














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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
besides its crappy anyways.
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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
c i've quit for a while and i've had the urge to pick up a blade again so I was just recalling some of the feelings i felt back then when I stopped.
As to the poem itself: Not Bad. I like how you're not all typical angsty "my life sucks i want to cut myself and kill my parents, blah blah blah." I really really like the spin you put on it.
Pressing hard against my skin is a shadow.
The harder I press the deeper it goes.
Slowly my flesh is separated,
and crimson red starts to appear.
{Stop. Cliche. Cliche. You were doing great until line 4! + "crimson" and "red" are the same thing, "crimson" just modifies. And you can think of something better than "starts". . . "and crimson resurfaces. . ."
It’s so beautiful . . .
{you know how I feel about elipses, but I guess it works here.}
I adore how it takes the pain away.
{Yuck. Sorry, but no.}
(How-delete) The blood takes a graceful path down to my finger tips.
{you really could do without "blood", or the whole line really. You've already mentioned it at the start (if not ellusively, but still. . .)
No matter how bad life gets,
there is that one thing that you can control.
Pure power just put into your hands.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
{This ending is mediocre, but I'll take it. Overall, again Not Bad.}
Hope that wasn't too painful
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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
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