Why i drag the cold hard blade acros my skin is much of a mystery to you. Ill keep it to myself locked deep inside my blackend tortured soul. Youll never know how much it hurts but the pain lets me know that i’m still alive, that i’m still real at times when i feel… Continue reading Silent Child
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Dante’s Hall…
Be gone screamers of slience bringers of pain, cloaked in darkness you mock my actions of pain. My soul is torn, I curse you, God of Hell, as you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I felt. You spoke of quite solitude, to tempt me to your lair. Then enclosed me in my troubled heart… Continue reading Dante’s Hall…
Open Wounds
Open wounds, scarified. the consuming darkness, black painted eyes. wanders around, doesn’t belong. open wounds bleeding forever a pretty face a tortured soul crying eyes never cease tears of blood stream down a pale face. open wounds a stolen breath a serated dagger falls to the floor streaming from within a crimson river.
Poetry from a madman
Daughter: She opens the door to find the child huddled in the corner curled in a ball this child is bleeding her heart is torn her soul worn from the battles and scorn The childs tears mix with her mothers their pain is dealt by others she cries out loud now her pain is too… Continue reading Poetry from a madman
Tortured Soul – Poetry
I cry and cut and stare in the mirror Wondering how much longer I have to be here My reflections laughing, as the tears roll down my face I pick up my knife, determined to leave this place All this pain and strife, that time has not erased. I slit my wrists, and watch them… Continue reading Tortured Soul – Poetry
Why Can’t I stop….
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut 4…push me over the edge, and I’ll cut one more… I don’t care how unoriginal it might seem. Or totally cliche as it may sound to those who have not done it….but cutting works… Yeah I’m a goth…but that has nothing to do with it, I’d actually prefer not… Continue reading Why Can’t I stop….
The Chrimsen Pool
The chrimsen pool begins to widen as more and more blood poors from her cuts… shes finally happy as every1 else will b 2… she cant wait till the final drop leaves her body and shes finally gone from this horrible earth. She wishes she was never born there r so many other people that… Continue reading The Chrimsen Pool
Everyday
Everyday I wake hoping today will be better than the last…..yet nothing changes.Everyday i wake and still feel dead inside.Everyday my life gets worse….. and Everyday I lose myself in the strands of time till my strand breaks sending my tortured soul to eternal rest