Razor.
You are drawn upon my wrist,
The butterfly.
With the razor in hand and the heart on hold.
I cut.
Slice, slice,slice.
The blade falls through the wings,
Killing, yet another, special one.
You feel numb.. still in pain.
The knife finds its way to intrude your skin.
The army of protection surrenders.
As the tears of blood slip down your wrists.
Butterfly, you are still a dreamer.
Stay strong guys..
Opal
The butterfly.
With the razor in hand and the heart on hold.
I cut.
Slice, slice,slice.
The blade falls through the wings,
Killing, yet another, special one.
You feel numb.. still in pain.
The knife finds its way to intrude your skin.
The army of protection surrenders.
As the tears of blood slip down your wrists.
Butterfly, you are still a dreamer.
Stay strong guys..
Opal
30 jul 2013
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