At the kiss of the metal, drips the liquid black,
running, line after line on this lonesome road, never looking back,
with each step i take, i attempt to bury the past,
but the pain returns proving to be aghast,
at last under this crimson rain i reach my destination,
a broken building with tattered dreams screaming at me with retaliation,
i wait here patiently in its cupboard waiting for death to claim its keep,
helpless and drained as half my soul has been ripped,
outside these doors, blood is painted on the walls,
Walking over to the windows ledge asking myself "what if i fall?",
I jump into the colorless world below praying that no one will catch me,
and if this fall fails then this blade will then save me.
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Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): nirvana
Current mood: bored
Added on: 04/03/2008 12:40:42
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