my blood a long silk ribbon tied by dread,
warm, thick and red,
it stains my wrists and hands,
making pretty crimson bands.
silver flashes through the dark,
its edge leaving a deep new mark,
the moonlight catches white pale lines.
memories of an older pained time,
soft casualties of a dark inner war,
the blade promises no more pain.
once a roaring fire of love...now just a flame
quiet sobs fill the still the air
tears falling telling of a life unfair
remorse over her pain
she wishes she was brave enough to cut a vein
she wants nothing more than to leave this place
but a memory of love and sweet face
she drops her blade
tears renewed
she remembers now a warm embrace
love soon flows lighting up her face
a soft smile lifts her lips
one's he had once kissed
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
my blood a long silk ribbon tied by dread,
warm, thick and red,
it stains my wrists and hands,
making pretty crimson bands.
silver flashes through the dark,
its edge leaving a deep new mark,
the moonlight catches white pale lines.
memories of an older pained time,
soft casualties of a dark inner war,
the blade promises no more pain.
once a roaring fire of love...now just a flame
quiet sobs fill the still the air
tears falling telling of a life unfair
remorse over her pain
she wishes she was brave enough to cut a vein
she wants nothing more than to leave this place
but a memory of love and sweet face
she drops her blade
tears renewed
she remembers now a warm embrace
love soon flows lighting up her face
a soft smile lifts her lips
one's he had once kissed
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