Knives and blades all the same <br />One slash, two slashes, three slashes your all up in flames <br />Eager to hunt, eager to kill <br />One push into the rain, I start to become ill <br />These cuts that bind my wrist do me no good <br />As I wonder in deep thought 'will I suceed? ' <br />I ask you to save me even though I knew you would <br />But will I follow thy's edvice or will I flee?<br /><br />Jonathan Kjaer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bound-wrists/
