Reunited
I havent seen my friend in a while
Hidden away like a frightened child
Waiting for its chance
To once again show its dance
Today is the day
I let it see the light
Feeling the blade
Silver and lite
I let it touch my wrist
I feel the rage and become more pissed
I press down and see the crimson flow
The waves come and hard blows
I feel the rush as it blast
Through my body from my hidden past
I feel the tingling and numbness
And let them down again
As Im reunited with my best friend
by
bleedingheartposted on 04/28/2008
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Touching in a depressing sense.
Very well written.