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[sid] => 9810
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => ~Ecstasy~
[time] => 2003-01-05 14:00:00
[hometext] => "Author's Notes: I'm new, so I don't know how well these sorts of poems go with what people here think. But this is mostly what I write about."
[bodytext] => I take the knife in hand, it's blade sharp and ready
Pressing it to the skin, I await the rush of red But it does not come Bewildered, I shrug it off Moving the blade to a new spot, I press again Still there is no blood. I toss the knife aside,frustration tugging at my mind Picking up the next closest tool now, a pair of scissors Opening them I nudge at my arm Where is the blood? Why does it not show? Once again I relocate,slashing the metal at pale skin And again no fountain of crimson. Now the scissors fly through the air,crashing against the wall My last resort, a harmless little thumbtack Poking at a blue line in vain Finally after what's seemed like an eternity,I feel a sudden pain Thrilling pain, shooting up my arm The point has pierced the flesh Although just little over a droplet, the blood shows Bright against the white of my forearm,looking beautiful to me I taste it It's so smooth, the bitterness coursing over my tongue New energy running through me, a sudden rush I feel renewed. For now, the thirst is quenched But there will be a next time, there always is. But I'm done, until then... ©2002 by MalevolentDreamer [comments] => 2 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MalevolentDreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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