Crimson Kisses

slits so small and tender
each day a little bigger
adorning my wrists and thighs
bracelets hide from discriminating eyes

i wait for the razorblade's kiss
finally i sink into my pleasant abyss
everything will be fine when i wake
morning always comes to late

once again crimson flows from my wrists
the pain i resist
the blood of the kiss
deeper, darker; faster, quicker

the kiss is my life
i need more of this tainted passion
crimson kisses adore my skin
i can't wait to do it again...

by Wibble TheFisch

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Comments (2)

Your poem is deep, dark and a little disturbing. But non the less a very good poem.
The content of such a poem concerns me... hope you are okay, Sx