okey, help me out here...


the art to bleed without wounds


where the scissors squeak
tarnished
where the knifes edge lies dull
with anticipation
is where your artery lies
provoked

where glass shards scrapes
the deepest cuts
is where I throw the leftovers
of what I used to contain
stomp myself bloody
without bleeding

there I thrust the hardest
there I shred to brilliance
where you are
the art is utmost
and the power mine
in eternity engraved

where the scissors squeak
and the cut wounds meet
is where I left you
without a trembling
by the hand





Words by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-08-18 at 13:58

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R.K.Singh
It provokes a postmodernist view of the world.
R K
2005-10-22


Commentally Ill
to bleed without wounds............ whether emotional or physical, the wounds are real, i would think.

let the knife edge be dull, let the scissors be tarnished, let art bleed your wounds for you...............
2005-08-19