Friday, February 25, 2005

Keep Cutting 'Till You Find What You Seek

Cut deep, it cuts, it bleeds
Cut deep, rub the salt in my wound
Cut deep, plant your treacherous seed
Cut deep, bind and bound
Cut deep, screams singing in the sky
Cut deep, listen to my cries
Cut deep, let the seed grow
Cut deep, cut out my very soul
Cut deep, 'till you cut no more.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sunswirling said...

wow i rember u doin dat in maths u wrote dat an i wrote running. I love dis poem its briliant its dark how do u tink dem up?

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