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My bruised self
I look at myself in the mirror
Scarred Burned and bruised
Black and blue all over my face
Hair distorted and untidy
Eyes spark red like fire
I look into the mirror and break it
With FURY
Psychotic powers my mind contains
I take the shattered glass
Press it into my skin
How I love the pain
Throbbing back and forth
Blood gushing from this harrassment
I stand in a pool of blood
I laugh at this sight
I see it so often
My skin is dead and rotting
Peeling away
My flesh crumbling
Pale white, I become
The vessels in my skin shed black blood
Like make up running
I touch my skin and taste my blood.....
I taste the richness
Thats when i realize
My heart is corrupted
The Devil is inside
Not Bad... Alot Darker And To The Point Than What I'm Used To, But All Around A Good Job. Keep It Up. You Might Want To Try Your Hand At Some Extended Metaphors, Too. They Can Often Increase The Meaning And Tone Of A Poem.
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