I close my eyes
yet still I weep
as the knife cuts so deep
my blood seeps
towards that endless sleep
into the abyss I leap
my soul ready for
the reap...
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Author:
drgnchaser (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2016 02:38
- Comment from author about the poem: I suffer from schizo effective tendencies, I hear voices really bad all the time, sometimes not the best voices either. I am suicidal when really depressed and instead of acting on the impulses I right it out in poetry. It sometimes helps to get it out of me constructively. I hope you enjoy and understand why I am so dark at times.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
This is amazing. Well done!
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