crimson flowing, glowing in my eyes death is knowing. fading in my demise razors cut me and knives hold me in their steel grip your kiss estasy but all a lie to me invoking feelings that make me free but then you steal my life from me
Tag: stains
the creature i have become
As I walk into the darkness of the alley between two large apartment buildings, near the house I was disowned from and sent to live on the streets, I stare at the sky watching for the creature to come. I have only seen this creature three times before, but tonight I have a wierd feeling… Continue reading the creature i have become
mch4uluvnikki
i’m lying here again,lost in thoughts of you,your picture in one hand,knife in another,tears stains on my face, blood all over the place, my cd player on repeat, every song a stinging reminder of you, i loved you when i first saw you, you took my pain & fears away, and made me see light… Continue reading mch4uluvnikki
“No where…”
The knife rips at my flesh… Blood stains my pale skin… I have a sense of satisfaction… And I do it again… Nothing can stop me… I wish you were here… So I could laugh at you… Without shedding a tear… Here goes nothing… Here’s the end… I rip my chest open… To where it… Continue reading “No where…”
Stained
The stains are all thats left The stains on the sheets The stains in your mind I’m gone now, I’m sorry Though I feel no regret I can’t help what has happened No blessing would heal me No memories faded As you promised my heart Freedom, Happiness, Love Neither of which I found And neither… Continue reading Stained
death-mistakes and regrets
A cut so neat and precise, easily worthy of any trained surgeon appeared on her wrist, as she felt the blade sink in to her soft, warm freshly tanned skin she turned her head to face him. Her jaw slowly sank, her eyes seemed quite different to how they normally look, no sparkle, you could… Continue reading death-mistakes and regrets
Fragile Home – Final
So, now here comes the final version of our “Fragile Home” poem-project. Hope you like it. I like it and I guess the other both like it aswell, as they kind of did the most 🙂 I want to build a fragile home out of my shattered dreams: The haunting entrance…
Blood
The blood begins to flow First it’s fast, then begins to slow The shiny razor blade Brings scars that shall not fade The blood starts to drip
WHERE…
Where did all the ‘happiness’ go? Where did all the having fun go? Where is all the loving and caring people that told lies to my face? Where is all the anger coming from? Where is all the bloody stains on the floor come from? Where is all the boyfriends? Where….where….where?
Bloody Tears
Bloody tears drip down my wall Would you notice I’m not there at all? No matter how close or far away My spirit is always here to stay.