Smothered with noise thundering through my skull.I don't know if I should live or fall ' I achingly move here or to their...rocking inside of broken glass..repeatedly cut and slowly dismembered..you know it's not to remember..scarring inside of the broken thoughts on this twisted way.ripping... unique to the touch...tormented soul was your life..reaching in deeper for the knife..wanted to end this old life..reborn in fire...eyes of the unseen..searching for meaning .living but dreaming of the many times before you..I know violence isn't the way to love..But isn't that how sacrifice is started? Raised blade and many painful thrusts..Breathing becomes a chore to the lonely..beauty fades away then what is left is you.wishing for more time.. lying that this is all fine...vultures waiting to dine with your once beautiful flesh..circle and circle till you are tired of the game..it's a Damn shame..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
