Don't you look pretty
Don't you look wrecked
Self-medicated and finally at rest
I am just me
Pretty as can be
With the softness of the red velvet
The tickle so miner
The patter so cold
I love every second the blood takes hold
It it's better than wine
It better that whiskey
The blood on my shirt
Does look so pretty
As I write for you this poem in hand
The drips of velvet caress my neck
For the voices in me are so pretty
They make me want to
Give it one more try
Let us be beautiful
Let us be pretty
As streaks of red cover our body.
Normal it is
Normal it be
You are finding the truth in the peace
With you pain there is no pleasure
Cut yourself open
To keep it together
Laugh we do
On we see
For the red velvet does fulfill the deed
It caresses me neck with
Like a soft finger tip
We now opened the door
To a new cycle yet
I thought I was strong before
But let's take it to the new level
The darker we go the voices will say
The more scars for you and me to save
No one will love you more than
The razor blade.
The wrists only minor a flick of the hand
I don't wish to die
I prefer to bleed instead
The voices they come but they are not mine
Watching from an eye
That's planted inside
The wounds of the damned have never lied
Pretty you pretty you be
With black eyes
Bruises
And fucking bleeding
Can you remember when
Your lips were cracked
Your face half swollen with
Smile in a crack
As you stood in the mirror
With her by your side
Brushing cover up
Over a mound of flesh by your eye
How you sat on the toilet
Smiled at best
Do you remember when you
Came on to me with loving hands so gently
The only time I felt pretty was
When I couldn't even see clearly.
When you feel beauty
When you see plenty
Most of the time
You're a fucking idiot already
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Poems by the Whispers
PoezjaPoetry, I write to stop the parasites eating at my mind. Ido add content to this each week. Thank you for reading.
