Open Poetry #43 |
Painful Illusion |
Freely_expressing Member
since 2008-10-16
Posts 69NSW, Australia |
The razor edge That dulls my pain The darkness pledged This is my gain The blade drawn soft Across one wrist In victory loft A bloody fist The hurt inside Replaced by lines The deathly bride Gives final signs These crimson lips That speak for me As violence drips Through agony Scream hidden woes To deafened ears The wordless prose Of my dry tears The lips grow mute My cry is lost There’s no pursuit Who’d pay the cost? Those scarlet lips Now sealed again Shame takes a grip Where was the gain? The suffering’s deep I know full well The wisdom keeps Don’t build this hell The moment’s pain Intoxicates But nothing’s slain Outside those gates |
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Freely_expressing Member
since 2008-10-16
Posts 69NSW, Australia |
Just so people don't misinterpret me and get the wrong idea I'm not condoning this type of thing, I'm doing the complete opposite and questioning it's value. Oh and this isn't written from my perspective it's for a friend. |
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