Teen Poetry #8 |
Vessel of pain |
RedNail Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 65Stockholm, Sweden |
Vessel of pain Mask after mask that I don’t recognize. The suffering in his carved out body stains my face by first sight. I am a vessel of pain where he void his black blood of injustice. Idiocy fulfilled our past, where we weaved togather the damage in our lifes; for now and forever is his pain mine. Salt water flow down my cheeks, yet does his spirit heal from my injuries. Life is a rollercoster, live for the ride. [This message has been edited by RedNail (10-29-2008 06:15 AM).] |
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