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i want to cut my heart out with a pen
so that i can never do this again
black and red lines crossed forever
in eternal blackness and dreams
the pen is mightier than the sword
the christened, stained and absolved
drained of colour and deeply cut
revolving continuously until depleted
scrawl the lines upon my skin
the scraping from underneath
the veins severed and drained
red and black
red and black
the storm is coming
i'm not afraid of it
jdr - 03.06.2005