Broken thoughts and bleached memories
Filter slowly through a mind held together
With stubborness, grit and razorwire
A medical marvel of the common age.
Bloodstains and sharp instruments
Spy curiously from the pits of my past
Wondering why its been so long
Since they saw the light of day and my pale skin.
But loose and fraying threads of my psyche
Deemed my bad habit too noticeable, too unsuitable
So, like any candy eyed addict,
I merely changed my course of self destruction
Trading silver blades for unfilled plates, running shoes,
And tooth marks on my knuckles
Smiling as my lost soul sinks further into darkness
I wrap myself in the comfort of being empty















Devious Comments
Comments
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I've cut my heart out, so you can catch a glimpse of my RawEm0tion
"You have bewitched me body and soul..." - Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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I don't kiss the lines with rhythm and rhyme the way I used to.
I write with a feather sword in my own blood.
thank you
thank you
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I've cut my heart out, so you can catch a glimpse of my RawEm0tion
"You have bewitched me body and soul..." - Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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I don't kiss the lines with rhythm and rhyme the way I used to.
I write with a feather sword in my own blood.
Your writing is so very beautiful, though.
But again, it's all so very sad.
<3
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"Nobody move! I dropped my brain."
*gunshot* "That's my peanut."
"I wash my hands of this weirdness."
"Here, you can throw my hat if you'd like."
"Hooray!" *throws hat*
"Now go get it."
"Ooh, a peanut."
"No, no. Once is enough."
For reading, commenting, and for enjoying
They are sad...they help me get the sadness from my head out onto paper for a little while..
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