Tears on a Page
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,114
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Tears on a Page
You live your life by the line that divides your soul. The bisected evil kept in cut away order, made of too stern stuff too be shredded. Pain can’t be sliced away unless….
Take your forearm and make jagged slashes…
Eventually you’ll have to splice through to the truth.
Does it end this way? Some blood and skin flaps tearing onto the ground. Your own private waterfall. My pain is so beautiful through this haze of red, I become dizzy with it. It seems so strange that my self-mutilation could contain so much beauty. Never have I loved myself as I take my own life.
Beauty is hardened scars along my bled wrists. The black under my eye put there by a loving hand. Is sex love? It seems that part of me screams against you when you fuck me. I love you Daddy, I always will. Maybe when I die you will see me more then a toy in your this cage. When you love another, tell them I loved you and wait for you. I’ll hold this baby inside me forever until we are together.
When you watch the blood drip...............................................................
..............................................................................................
................................................all else fades to black.
Take your forearm and make jagged slashes…
Eventually you’ll have to splice through to the truth.
Does it end this way? Some blood and skin flaps tearing onto the ground. Your own private waterfall. My pain is so beautiful through this haze of red, I become dizzy with it. It seems so strange that my self-mutilation could contain so much beauty. Never have I loved myself as I take my own life.
Beauty is hardened scars along my bled wrists. The black under my eye put there by a loving hand. Is sex love? It seems that part of me screams against you when you fuck me. I love you Daddy, I always will. Maybe when I die you will see me more then a toy in your this cage. When you love another, tell them I loved you and wait for you. I’ll hold this baby inside me forever until we are together.
When you watch the blood drip...............................................................
..............................................................................................
................................................all else fades to black.