Silver steel
With a grip made of leather.
Sharpness that could kill.
The sound of flesh splitting.
Skin to skin,
Blood to steel.
Feelings getting poured.
Stress is being released.
Ruby red coming from my body;
However makes me feel powerless.
Scars everywhere on my body.
My arms, my legs, and my wrists.
My vision is slowly shutting down.
Now all I see is darkness.
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Poems
PoetryThis isn't a story. It's poems that I have made. Most of them are dark. But most of them are sad. Some are short and some are long. I hope you enjoy reading them all.
