My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the 日 that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I 愛 the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little 赤ちゃん crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell あなた one もっと見る thing
before I have to go:
I think あなた are the most attractive
person that I know.

This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style 詩 so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~


Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.

Sanctuary.

I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.

The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.

Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.

Sharp pain shoots through me.

Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.

ピンク swirls in the water.

I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.

It stings, but feels good.

The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.

Sanctuary.

I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already ピンク water.

Tears run down my cheeks.

I feel sick and my eye lids droop.

I feel better now.

My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious

Sanctuary.
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