river, by Shnu Subscribe to rss feed for Shnu

once more the blood red river flows 

swirling down the drain it goes 

one more cut i made with haste 

to rid my body of this waste 

where is this pain that i should feel? 

the edges of my cut i peel 

the blood itself begins to clot 

with my cloth i dab and blot 

once again my pain subsides 

carry on hiding what i feel inside. 
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:23 UTC

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2009-01-20 22:38:01SMILING DARKNESS
Excellent!