I see a blade upon the floor, <br />I pick it up to use some more. <br />This blood stained blade is mine again, <br />It's simply now just a question of when. <br /> <br />I go and find my own little place, <br />my heart jumps and picks up pace. <br />The first cut seams to get worse, <br />the price I pay to shed my curse. <br /> <br />Now the blood has stared to pour, <br />My pains release; I want some more. <br />So I cut again; It forms a cross, <br />I spread the cut; Increase the loss. <br /> <br />I call the devil to release my sin, <br />to trade my soul; a life will begin. <br />So I've decided to cut these wrists, <br />I'm sure it will end all of this.<br /><br />Kev Elmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blade/