Words of sin
Poison words that sicken the heart,
spoken from the mouths of demons,
words not heard by saints ears,
not noticed by Gods and Angles,
But humans hearts still hear them
hate and anger not all together drowned out
the words are still there
spoken by a forked tounge,
in to the ears of sinners
from the dark shadows
and lonely corners.
Self inflicted torture
When no one will listen,
Blades slide across my skin,
It takes away the numbness,
So that it doesn’t win.
It keeps me from going crazy,
Holds my head on straight.
I don’t want it to kill me,
This can’t be my fate.
The only way to let out
The pain cramped inside
Is to cut again,
Create a crimson tide.
The blood coves everything
The slashes keep me whole
This self inflicted pain
Is torturing my soul
Crimson Pain
My pain turns to crimson
Blood pours form my veins
But it doesn’t hurt
It just keeps me sane
The scars just worse
Than the cuts that I make
But they kill the numbness
And stop the heartache
It’s the only way I know
It I’m alive or not
It’s my special outlet
The only life line that I’ve got.
The end of our safety net
We arrived strangers.
To shy for eye contact,
Afraid to talk,
And yet
The last night,
No one slept,
For fear that morning would come too soon
And that the safe,
False society we’d created
Would collapse,
As we headed home the next day.
No one would acknowledge it
But we were all dreading leaving.
When the sky began to change
From black to pink,
And red
There was no more hiding
the sadness in our voices,
No more denying
The inconsolable throbbing,
The longing to stay.
Even our smiles
Couldn’t hide,
Couldn’t hold back
The streams of tears
As our temporary community
Crumbled around us,
And each car
Drove off it’s separate way.
Summer Ice
Mid summers night
Cold, crisp air
Makes everything seem right,
But it’s not.
You know in you heart
Something’s going wrong
You don’t know where to start
But you have to tell him
It’s something bad
But you don’t know what
He’s the best you’ve ever had
And yet it’s not real
When you say it,
When you figure out what “it” is,
You’ll feel like crap
But it’s for the better, right?
Wrong, it’s going to hurt,
He’ll feel bad,
And you’ll feel like dirt,
But there is nothing to help.
Your gonna cry
Hat what you’ve done
And he’ll ask why
But you just can’t explain
You’ll wanna change your mind
And say you want him back
As if you are blind
to how you feel now
It has to be done
No else will
You’ll be the one
It’s the only way
If you don’t do it now
You’ll never do it,
But you don’t know how
It’s so hard
You feel so lost,
So confused
This love, such a high cost,
Will be the death of you
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