Slice Stories

Sharp, shining, smooth cut wounds are a trick of the light.

Every straight line tells a story of a ragged mind.

 

Slits shining red grin at me,

the sight of blood enraptures me,

in pain, my heart captures me,

in my eyes, it frightens me.

 

Stories of divine pain, the kind that never goes away,

the kind that gods suffer everyday

eternal pain, eternal stays.

All my stories in a row

shining, telling do you know?

Can you read my stories, never do they lie.

Can you hear them speaking, they are all alive.

 

Slits shining red grin at me,

the sight of blood enraptures me,

in pain, my heart captures me,

in my eyes, it frightens me.

 

Look at my stories, a rainbow all in red,

these stories only quiet when I'm completely dead.

Do you want to learn the story of every single scar?

You'd only have to ask, I'd show you where they are.

 

Slits shining red grin at me,

the sight of blood enraptures me,

in pain, my heart captures me,

in my eyes, it frightens me.

Author's Note

Ignore any grammar problems.

Reviews

[Ian]

Great rhythm, really really good!
I love it, Wow!
Pretty dark.... I love your style... I mean it's really dark and I love dark stuff somehow it makes me feel good... besides it inspirates my in so many ways... Wonderful piece!

[Taylor H]

this was really good for a cutting peom. I normally dont like these but yours was really good. I understand this poem because I used to cut as well, I dont anymore lol. I loved the chorus part of your poem (the part you kept repeating) and I loved the part where you said. "Do you want to learn the story of every single scar? You'd only have to ask, I'd show you where they are." That flowed really well, and it sounded amazing. Great Job