Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

Monthly Archives: October 2013

Brings pleasure, this little sin

-Pooja Lokhande.

 

The blade, it moves with a blinding speed 

Across her pale white skin 

Like a fountain, the blood gushes out

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

And for a moment she feels alive,

She feels like a normal being

Pain, ah, the sweet pain!

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Over and over she cuts

Until the walls seem to spin,

The brilliant red color in her black and white world,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Like rubies, they scatter all over,

Every droplet and its twin,

Leaves her feeling alive and surreal

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

One scar above the other,

Feeling pain is better than feeling nothin’

Doesn’t stop ’til the the razor gives up

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Now looking at her crimson wrist,

She cannot help but grin

Sculpted her body, her own way,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

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