CutI am holding the knife tight, and then loose. As if my hand was breathing. It would exhale a loose fit on the object at hand. Then would slowly inhale, a closing and tightening grip. It spoke life to me, however knives also take lives. Especially in dangerous hands. A bead of sweat starts to drip down from my wrist to my middle finger. I knew what I had to do. Getting ready for my task at hand I was wondering if I was really going to go through with it. Is it worth cutting open? Is this really the intent that I have had all along.&nbsCut
Young LoveHe cannot deny what he is about to say, nor does he want to deny it anyway. It is the story about his life for a time not too long, but the longer it felt; than he knew. It has come down on him, his thoughts like a plague, but in a good way. His mind was more clear and focused than ever. Yet it was something that hurt deep inside. It became a part of him that was not yet fully developed. He sat there everyday, and every night. Just waiting for those words to embrace him. Hour have gone by, and sometimes days, before he can hear the sweet sounds of her.&nbsYoung Love
EyeA Head Without a MindHe lived in a prison One with no mates Everything he saw was his For him to takeA Head Without a Mind
When he bit into the fruit and swallowed the seed He knew it all It was more than a creed
He was enveloped in a world without air, but he didn't need it to breathe. He was no longer a mortal The seed was a thieve.
It robbed him of his dreams Ones he used to envision. The thief took everything Only to lock him in a prison.
Once you know it all what else is left After that day He never slept.
It all turned into a
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