hands

Apr 12, 2005 00:33

words like blood pours
from my fingertips and pores
trying to make you understand
but all you see is this hand
ink-stained and careless
jittery and graceless
a blade tingles along the vein
waiting for the singing pain
so cold and biting sharp
reaching for my heart
to bleed me dry
making me cry
salt and need
watch me bleed
words like blood that pours
from my fingertips and pores
trying to make you understand
but all you see is this hand
ink-stained and careless
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