(Sounds without a face=My DS friends who cared when i couldnt.
THE FINAL CUT 
Friday, August 7, 2009 | A Poem/Artistic story
LOST ON THIS ROAD,
NO ROAD SIGNS IN SIGHT.
SCARED AND ALONE,
TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT.
A VOICE OUT OF NOWHERE.
SOUNDS WITHOUT A FACE,
STARTS GUIDING ME THROUGH,
SO I MIGHT JUST ESCAPE.
BUT THERE IS NO ESCAPE,
EACH CUT TELLS ME THAT.
THE URGE TO GO DEEPER,
ALWAYS COMES BACK.
THE PAIN THAT I FEEL,
BEFORE,DURING,AFTER.
NEVER REALLY SUBSIDES.
THE IDEA OF ESCAPE,JUST BRINGS OUT LAUGHTER.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE,
AS I TRY OVER AND OVER.
I SEE THE BLOOD FLOW.
I KNOW I CAN'T GET ANY LOWER.
WITH ONE FINAL CUT,
I HAVE FIXED IT ALL.
MY LIFE FADES AWAY,
NO ESCAPE, JUST MY FINAL DAY.
WRITTEN 8/06/09
JERRY DAVID WARDROP
"I AM A CUTTER"
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