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[Jan. 22nd, 2006|06:20 pm]
Blood Whores-R-Us


Tis the owner here. I want to cut sometimes still, but one, its bad for the baby, and two, I could loose my $9/hour job. Which for a high school kid is great. I'm so tired, and sometimes I feel it creeping back, like so many spiders spinning that same warped web over my eyes, just close enough to block out the world and put me back in mine. It's been a long time since I've been in that place where the light grows so faint that it becomes a shadow of itself. Just smoke, twisting in the corners, becomming the faces, whispering the voices. The only light is reflected from the blade, but reflected from where? In a dark room, why is it that you can always find the demon in the mirror, before you find yourself? There is always the light inside, its so hard to find though so instead we all choose the demon to mask us. To hide while we watch the blood flow. It's never us who cuts, just ourselves masked in the darkened mirror. A warped shadow. Smoke twisted at the corners. It's when you can see through the demons eyes that it stops, thats why it never does, because who, if you could tell me, would ever look into the demons eyes? Just so many falling bodies, lost in the rabbit hole.