Don't Stop the Dull Knife
A/N: teared like teardrops and then teared like torn. Meant to be read out loud.
To deaden the hecticity of the emotional soul
Moaning veins eke out a
Pulse that weeps red
From the teared,
teared wrists.
They cry out in joy, happiness, weakness, sadness
Guilt and pain.
So busy and emotional, they
Cry not for attention but instead so that they'll
Finally be able to rest.