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Raised Trails |
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nirvana New Member
since 2000-01-24
Posts 9 |
Raised Trails I've numbered all my veins And traced them with the spike My arms look like the designs That a snail leaves behind in the sand Raised trails that each Tell their own story Of being a prisoner To the syringe Bruised skin and Dried blood Create a confusing Colliage Which resembles Hell The infected abcess In the bend of my arm Begs for Heat and attention But receives only Cold neglect Promises of a new Tomorrow Fade faster than The setting sun And for another day I inject myself with Liquid life So I may Continue to breathe Long enough To hope that Tomorrow Never comes. Nirvana |
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armanca Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 211Tennessee |
wow...what a powerfully sad but realistic portrail. Well done... Carman |
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