Nov 102014
 

Stoned Razor Blades 

Stoned razor blades, 
Strewn over the floor, 
Drenched entirely with blood – 
As another lost soul bleeds out, 
Leaving nothing behind but her fragile skin. 
Her mask was cracked. 
She could not escape the voices 
That were eternally calling her home. 

Mags Alden, June 26, 2009 

Fragile souls often are more gifted and know what it is to operate out of love.

Jan 052010
 

The Next Cut is the Deepest

The quest to relieve mental anguish.

Blades have an urge
To cut beneath my skin.
They become enraged
With their inability
To hit the very bottom –
The more they cut
The less satisfied they are.
With each new day
The blades have to inflict
More pain and disfigurement
For their thirst to be quenched.

Mags Alden, June 21, 2009