i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away
the curse that flowed around within
no longer had to stay
i huffed and could no longer feel
if i was still alive
and asked for beatings hard and real
to help me then revive
my face had blackened here and there
i morphed into one dead
i had no time to eat my hair
had left my waning head
in time i withered like a leaf
as autumn did arrive
and knew just by the weight of grief
my corpse was still alive
but one day as i sat in bed
and found an empty pad
i wrote the tale of my life's dread
the mourning of the sad
i cut the forms of letters there
the pen unstopped had bled
the curse into the morning air
and i would live instead
(C)2019, Christos Rigakos
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away
the curse that flowed around within
no longer had to stay
i huffed and could no longer feel
if i was still alive
and asked for beatings hard and real
to help me then revive
my face had blackened here and there
i morphed into one dead
i had no time to eat my hair
had left my waning head
in time i withered like a leaf
as autumn did arrive
and knew just by the weight of grief
my corpse was still alive
but one day as i sat in bed
and found an empty pad
i wrote the tale of my life's dread
the mourning of the sad
i cut the forms of letters there
the pen unstopped had bled
the curse into the morning air
and i would live instead
(C)2019, Christos Rigakos
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