I'm Aware

KR

My pain is my creation

Lurid and sallow
As the white horse flees.

The pistol is cocked in my mouth;
Hidden behind red lips;
Swallowed behind my own hate.

I have skinned my eyes
To see the sun;
Relieved a thousand cold
stabs of the knife.

The doors will not open.
Ask me if I'm happy;
O'I'll tell you--
I am aware.

  • Author: KR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 11:11
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 58
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Comments1

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Hate, pistols, knives, suicide ideations....please seek NAMI if it gets much worse.

    • KR

      By much worse, you mean?



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