Rising edge. Taunt flesh. Edge drawn to point, And parting bite. Flesh drawn to pain, For want of any to want -the edge desires it. Lines, thin, red. Like swelling memories, born and carried. Edge, hard, goes in, out, in. Breaks skin. Fills flesh, With red. And goes.
Tag: taunt
Demented Lies
I’m always all alone, no one else seems to care, I slit my wrists and yearn for more, death just seems more fare. I’m enclosed in darkened spaces, my hatred builds up inside. I’ve deteriorated my sanity, my life and my pride. I’m beaten unconcious, i’m a target for all of the lies.
Kiss of Death (poem)
Beat me, Broke me Hurt me, Choke me Destroy me with those eyes I can see thru your lies