Crys

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Crys

my wrists were kissed by razorblade kisses
.The blood drips down my arm,mixed with tears.
i clasp my bloody arms to my chest.
i scream helplessly into the night.
no answer.
just me and my echo.
im cold
the warm,red,rain, bathes me.
it's pure.
i can hear the screams,they're piercing.
how can i stop it?
i can't.
the screams are everlasting,as long as i embrace the blade

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Chaos128 commented on Crys

08-25-2009

Strong stuff, DoubleX; you've frozen a moment of personal horror/despair and highlighted it with a hint of hope at the end. The lady... or the tiger?

darkeagle commented on Crys

05-20-2009

i like this,and see anguish in your spirit! waiting to be awakened ,as time prevails a new spirit will dawn!

darkeagle commented on Crys

05-20-2009

i like this,and see anguish in your spirit! waiting to be awakened ,as time prevails a new spirit will dawn!

ndg commented on Crys

03-30-2009

This is very dark and intimate - Powerful

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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