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:	post by nick at 2004-08-15 18:54:41

A poem by 'niccolai':

Small metal object
can hide it in a shoe and it easily fits into a pocket
When it glides across my skin then just like a rocket
the pain shoots up to my brain.

As i watch the blood as it flows
a warm sensation inside of me grows
Now i watch the blood as it drips slowly to the floor
i know this emotion is holy and i want to feel it more.

You see some people say they want to die and may even believe it
but the art form is not in death it takes skill to truly achieve it
I have walked along the edge of life and death and even acted bolder
because of that i am forever now looking over my shoulder.

Its the riddle of death and razors that keeps my brain buzzing
the sincerity that can be obtained with a little cutting
My whole journey in life has been about death
take away my miseries then i would have nothing left.

Scars can close up but haha they can be easily re-opened
life is about experiencing pain to the max not being outspoken
Read my words and see the truth that lies them
because i have ruled out any chances of ever getting into heaven

Twombley, Nick. Poems 21-30. "#28". accessed August 15th, 2004. <http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/goldenratio/content/Nick_s_poems.zip>.

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