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“Poem Made for Crimon’s Sake.”
Razor blade Rape
Razor blade Rape
This holy crusade, I partake
Dried blood black flags,
their claim shall stake
From darkness, joy will replicate
My love, blades, I facilitate
Sewing pin miners pick and scrape
Exacto knives, upon skin skate
Veins begrudgingly reshape
Bedsheets house enchanted red lake
Gooey icing on midnight’s cake
Transcending euphoria, I create
Aftermath, gauze pads and tape
Benevolently, over wounds they drape
Stainless (NOT TRUE!) steel,
there is no escape
© Derek M (Eeyore), December 2002
Note: This is the only rhyming poem Eeyore has ever penned. And on an upbeat note, since the
poem was created, Eeyore has been able to escape from the self-injury angel (that sweet,
beyond-any-drug, heavenly, ethereal activity). Good job Eeyore.
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