The blade edged between skin
Body and mind akin
Broken and battered
My body now lays tattered
On the blank canvas the red ink now dries
Along with myself it dies
It was a beautiful tragedy from the start
Bleeding feelings from my heart
I let the river flow
Of this feeling, I let go
I edge another between
Only to find my pain will never be seen
This ugly is beautiful to me
As it is the only thing that sets me free
The claret once again calls my name
I can never be the same
I'll seek it until the end
This festering wound will never mend
So I write this bloodletter
In hopes of making me feel better
But only a temporary solution
Blinded by my own delusion
This monster I have fed
Where do I turn to, now that Honor's dead
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Edged between
Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
