christina-kasper - Hello Poetry

In utter darkness is when we finally see The true person that dwells within The false shells that we spend out whole lives perfecting Brakes away and slips into absurdity Morals we once held so dear, seems pointless in the end The monsters that we had avoided, becomes our new found enemy Forgotten demons rip new wounds into our slowly dying bodies For the first time we see our own morality Death's scythe is already to our necks In the arrogance that we foolishly create Drains the vitality from our failing forms We forget out pride And make our fears a silent cry Feeding beasts that feast upon the hollow shells of the fallen The scythe inches into our fragile necks Sitting in the shadows, we rid ourselves of our masks Allowing the old wounds to bleed, welcoming the pain Ending the eternal numbness We hold onto our regrets, and allow our success to die We try to form meaning out of the ashes from our lives The withering remnants of our soul starts to fade Slice your precious neck Surrender Bleed Die.

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May 9, 2013

May 9, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC

Death's Scythe

In utter darkness is when we finally see The true person that dwells within The false shells that we spend out whole lives perfecting Brakes away and slips into absurdity Morals we once held so dear, seems pointless in the end The monsters that we had avoided, becomes our new found enemy Forgotten demons rip new wounds into our slowly dying bodies For the first time we see our own morality Death's scythe is already to our necks In the arrogance that we foolishly create Drains the vitality from our failing forms We forget out pride And make our fears a silent cry Feeding beasts that feast upon the hollow shells of the fallen The scythe inches into our fragile necks Sitting in the shadows, we rid ourselves of our masks Allowing the old wounds to bleed, welcoming the pain Ending the eternal numbness We hold onto our regrets, and allow our success to die We try to form meaning out of the ashes from our lives The withering remnants of our soul starts to fade Slice your precious neck Surrender Bleed Die.

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There are marks on my skin Where my pen ink has been Crimson ink seeping through Phrases and words Listed and unheard Echoing with scarlet hue. The pen in my hand cannot understand The words that scar my heart It is always writing, continuously fighting But steadfastly tearing me apart. Black ink turned red, words of joy and dread All sorrows and happiness of today Place your name on my bones You'll never be alone And an immortality you'll stay. Don't mind the crimson ink Pouring down the sink Protesting of my need. I write for poetry It writes me an eternity And it is the only ink I bleed.

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May 9, 2013

May 9, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC

Crimson Ink

There are marks on my skin Where my pen ink has been Crimson ink seeping through Phrases and words Listed and unheard Echoing with scarlet hue. The pen in my hand cannot understand The words that scar my heart It is always writing, continuously fighting But steadfastly tearing me apart. Black ink turned red, words of joy and dread All sorrows and happiness of today Place your name on my bones You'll never be alone And an immortality you'll stay. Don't mind the crimson ink Pouring down the sink Protesting of my need. I write for poetry It writes me an eternity And it is the only ink I bleed.

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You left "I love you" in my lungs So I chained smoked cigarettes to fill them with nicotine. You left butterflies in my stomach So I guzzled alcohol to make them drown. You left hope in my soul So I popped some pills to make it numb. You left passion in my body So I expired my meals to make it disappear. You left me with memories So I gave myself scars.

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May 9, 2013

May 9, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC

Scars

You left "I love you" in my lungs So I chained smoked cigarettes to fill them with nicotine. You left butterflies in my stomach So I guzzled alcohol to make them drown. You left hope in my soul So I popped some pills to make it numb. You left passion in my body So I expired my meals to make it disappear. You left me with memories So I gave myself scars.

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