The pitch black mocking voice cracked my beautiful designed eardrums, cutting through the cords of my voice, and shattering my putrified soul. You're grotesque self hammered my body in every possible way and form, but the mournful in me saw it dripping blood on the carpet, then the veils of my eyes opened and saw a no more man standing in a corner, spilling its thoughts to the light, to the innocence. And the day before that you remembered you killed a divine drop of water, and shattered its dreams in a million fragments.
Then, a slow calming vibration came down my spiraling spine and make it correct itself, as it was screaming the agonizing hurt. The cold breath was freezing my neck until it cracked in half and blood wasn't spilled. My interior was craving for death, as it already was. Dead. I, we, she, he, them, I don't know who, was leaving my insides and letting them there to rot on the pit you caved with you're bare torn hands, while you were sucking the last breath out of me.
You're hands were dedicatedly wrapped around my neck. While you were whispering sweet nothings in my ears- that's what you thought you said-, and I was pleading with a weak crumbled voice, to just stop. But you were deaf at the moment and my velvet voice couldn't reach you're deaf ears. Stop. No. Stop. I said no! Please stop. I love you. Stop. Never. Stop. No. Stop. No. Stop. I love you. Stop. Goodbye my love, I love you, and like this we should rest in the deep pits my misery made with time.
October 6,2013
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
