My beautiful cut up angel
How did we get to this place?
I see the scars on your wrist
The cuts on your thighs
Yet you smile through it all
I see the pain lurking in your eyes
The darkened tint tells me
This shouldn't be a surprise
That it is all my fault
Yet here you stay
Whispering that you love me
My beautiful cut up angel
When will the next time be?
When will you once again taste a razor's kiss?
Desperation driving it deeper still
Do you whisper my name as your skin stains red?
I lay awake at night
Wondering if the next time will be
When everything ends
And you will be an angel in the sky
Watching over me as I prepare to join you on the other side
My beautiful cut up angel
Are you watching over me now?
Waiting for me to become
Your cut up angel
Feeling razor kisses lick my skin until the wings unfold
When you get to where the angels play
Will you find the bench under the willow tree
And wait for me?
My beautiful cut up angel
Will you wait for me?
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Black Box
PoetryInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
