Draining the life of me, I am not sure how much more I can take. It's such a fake pity death. Laying in my room in a puddle of tears and blood, I dizzy to dream of your last touch to me. Perhaps, it could save me. You could save me. But where the fuck are you now? Nowhere to be found. Ignored I feel as if I am not enough for you, or for I. For the world, or to cry. So to bleed I remain into a breed of deathly crawling knights coming through the night. A war fought with blades; a war lost as I fade. Massacred I am the only death of my victory to loss. To turn and toss in my casket, within my grave I am still alive. Alive but dead. Breathing but bleeding I am seething and teething within my soul. Within my heart is another part to remain lost at the start. No more fight left, I drain the theft of my right. Though I am wrong I cant help but to feel I belong in this darkened place. Darkened pace I darken my face with bloody tears. A dark red covers my wrists, flows down my arms, and puddles to drips. Getting back up my fight is not over yet. I am determined to win. No matter how hard, the recovery will begin. The pain is too much for me, but I refuse to die without free. I will fly again, and I will become the best friend for angels that fly through the traffic of wounded wings. I will sting into your ears, as if a scar, I will remain left in your mind. In your inspiration. I will be there to help you fight, as I fight, you fight. I will fight for and with you though I am dying in my war. I will win. I will defeat the forces of the darkness. I will defeat the blades, the blood, the scars. I'll take my broken pieces of my heart and soul, and I will put them back together with the broken wings of angels. Of my angels. Of my broken wings. I have a passion to be brought passing within bleeding, and there's nothing I wont be needing. Just the comfort of you. For now, I will fight. If I don't fight, I will take the pain and wait to fight. All I know is that I will survive this forever night with deadly monsters and demons from the red moon. I will be me again. I will be who I want to be. I will be alive to see the world, and I will escape from this tornado's deadly twirl.
5/28/16
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PuisiTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...