Rusty blades beneath the skin,
scratching, cutting from within.
Pain like daggers pierce the heart,
sweaty, bloody from the start.
Ripping whispers deafen the peace,
silent screams will never cease.
No breath, no air, no wind to speak,
a grinding fear muffles the shriek.
Darkness blinds a hateful eye,
painting a truth to cover a lie.
Finding a way to wish it new,
travelling the soul, penetrating a clue.
Gripping the edge , holding it tight,
seeing it through adjusting the sight.
Coping the loss, filling the hole,
wanting to live, empty to full.
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Author:
jonnyc1 (
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Comments1
Oh my gosh this makes a lot of sence it is so serene and full of feeling and i just think it is amazing u are very talented
keep on writing
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