How peculiar I thought it would be painful But it's not It hurts without hurting Empties from me Bleeding Through a wound I cannot stitch Cannot band-aid Healing? I'm not sure Like wet paint The only way to see if it's dry Is to touch it If still wet, the touch marks it And you must start again Over and over Until the act of forgetting Becomes rememberance Remove the arrow So that the blood runs free Wash it all away In rolling waves of numb This is how it should be SAUCE00nothing (no, not suicidal) Anonymous mISTFUNK 1998 19980526ï