Hell I Created

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    Hell I Created

    Twisting this knife through my vein...
    Blood spills all around its shiny blade...
    This pain I draw from this sharp knife...
    Feels nothing like the emptiness of my life...
    Words begin to fade into a distant fantasy...
    As tears are unraveled from a forgotten memory...
    Twisting this knife deeper into my soul...
    Loneliness spreads like the wintry cold...
    Now this pain I draw in my veins...
    Echoes with destruction as the blood stains...
    While emptiness falls all around me...
    A sorrow fills my soul with what no one can see...
    My blood slowly seeps to the floor...
    As my tears seem to be shed no more...
    Trying to escape this hell I created...
    By taking my life that became unforgivably tainted.

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    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)

    Cjaiya’s Poems (4)

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